They come from behind the rock

Together they run

Passing the dock

Like little children having fun

 

Freedom is their identity

Passions in their souls

Filled with liberty

To teach their fouls

 

They gallop fast

Floating from the ground

To their place they dash

Nothing holding them down

 

Horses are a mystery

They are hard to figure out

Like love and chemistry

For this I have no doubt

 

They are mighty as they can be

Wonderful creatures they are

All they want to be is free

And run out very far

 

They are my inspiration

They are part of my identity

This is God's formation

They are my serenity