Freedom of the Mustang they call Cloud


The Wind runs freely over the open plains

Oh little one, how they call you insane.

How you run and play, racing with the wind

No, nothing can keep you pinned.

Look how you grow through the ages

No one can put you in cages.

You, the wild mustang whose name is Cloud

Reigining over a vast kingdom, you must be proud.

Beauty that cannot be captured

An undying love that can't be fractured. 

Cloud, the wild Pryor Mustang that no one can claim

That no one can tame. 

Named for the color of the clouds

Your coat shines so loud. 

Your a stallion, so strong

Out in the grasslands where you belong.

Stay free and wild.



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