The Misfits

The horse could gallop for miles and miles
Across Gods ancient land
Freedom was its birth-right
That’s how it was planned

The horse could gallop for miles and miles
Between the city walls
Freedom was its own delight
Freedom was its call

The horse could gallop a mile or two
Between the land work gear
Freedom was its yearning
Capture was its fear

The horse then stopped its galloping
Inside a coral fence
And freedom was the moving hooks
Inside the slaughter house

And those who speak of freedom
As bought and sold in clay
Who sleep in beds of marble
Are the ones who’ve lost their way

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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