A horse
Lets find a place
Where the horses do go
To carry their load
Walking to a fro
And here is one
Saying his peace
Wandering what to do
Waiting at least
And he has carried his load
Too much before
His masters all lost
He's paid the in the law
Making plans for the future
When the past was dead
Wanting to move forward
Moving ahead
He has moved onto pastures
Seeing the green
Passing over his losses
He's stopped being so mean
And there in the distance
The horse will play
For its another sun rise
On this summers day.
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