The White Horse

The white horse had just died a lonely death His rider was crucified as if he were the coming of the 2nd May the one who killed the innocent form of justice Be the one to carry the weight of grim until pressed The rider was sent on a mission to relieve the chosen one The one was chosen and brought to the black hill to wait He waited for you.....me.....us.....but we failed him We have not committed ourselves to the savior of good We have only one last chance to rid evil for before spilled blood If this is the chosen ones ways to allow us to view What we need to turn us away from the few For our lack of committment and honour to the wise Left the white horse and its rider in sure lifeless demise The one who killed the beast and his proud man Was the ones who will kill the future of this tiring land It was not of evil that rid there energy If was you.....me.....us.....that failed priest to hold her Try to sleep with peace even though the burdon in on YOUR shoulders