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Wild Horses
They sound like thunder rumbling across the range, you can hear their mighty hooves. The pounding of the dirt sounds like a hailstorm on your roof. You can see the cloud of dust kicked up, as they speed across the land. Soon they will be gone, unless somebody takes a stand.
Wild horses. They once roamed so wild and free. Wild horses. Soon they'll be a memory.
Their numbers dwindle fast because, we're taking all their space. If they all disappear, then you can blame the human race. Once the rulers of the plains, these mighty steeds could not be tamed. Then we roped them, and we broke them, and gave them silly names.
Wild horses. They once roamed so wild and free. Wild horses. Soon they'll be a memory.
Some were used for farming, and sound were used to ride. Some were used for pleasure, and some were used for hide. We stole them from a place, that was never ours to claim. Soon they will be gone, and we all know that we're to blame.
Wild horses. They once roamed so wild and free. Wild horses. Soon they'll be a memory.
The legend of the horse dates back, before the reign of man. Why we took away their freedom, I'll never understand. We used them 'til they lost their worth, then never set them free. This mighty beast was the backbone, of American history.
Wild horses. They once roamed so wild and free. Wild horses. Soon they'll be a memory.
Last edited by Gilly on 04/05/09 11:47 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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