Wild horses.. And a beautiful Reba McEntire song.


Wild horses…

Once I knew freedom, once I was free as the wind.
Once I knew, open range.
Today I seek the wild eyes and free voices.
Dear Michele, show me the free range,
please show me,
I can be free and
please take me to the days of freedom.
Your eyes teaches me.
We can know the know the free range and we can run free.
You are my lasting dream,
where we can know, we can run free and wild without the walls, to imprison us.
You are my last dream of freedom.
Coyote
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