When I was only four years old
I'd ride my mama's broom
I'd chase those villains everywhere
Well, until she swept the room
She kept it in the kitchen corner
I called it his corral
Whenever trouble came to town
I'd reach for my best pal
Now every cowboy needs a horse
And mine was the best of all
Cause when he finished fighting crime
He cleaned up his own stall
Now Roy Rogers had his Trigger
And Tonto had his Scout
And though my horse never had a name
He was loyal without a doubt
I rode that stick horse everywhere
Until the vacuum took his place
A friend like that was hard to find
And impossible to replace
To tame a horse in freezing winter
One plays a childish "hide and seek"
Caress its mane with future spring
and kiss the hazel moist with love.
Distract its pain with sandy gallops
Along the turquoise dreams of freedom
And while you heal the reddish wound
Recount the legend of the horse with wings.
There won't be saddles only clouds
That sometimes shed rainbows of tears
As darkness falls on killing fields
My soul is neighing as echoes cry...
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