By Hannah Schafer
The wild horses run where the river bends,
Through golden fields that dance beneath the sky,
Their journey never starts and never ends.
The wind is theirs, their hearts will not pretend,
They chase the clouds, they let the past drift by.
The wild horses run where the river bends.
They do not seek the fences men defend,
They only race where open meadows lie,
Their journey never starts and never ends.
Their hooves strike sparks, like flames the sky has penned,
Each breath is fire, their spirits never shy,
The wild horses run where the river bends.
And though they fade beyond the farthest glen,
Their echo lingers, never saying why.
Their journey never starts and never ends,
The wild horses run where the river bends.