My boy, my trusty steed, my red hero.
When I am broken, I know he'll be there.
Racing barrels, I can feel him go.
Running in the field, wind blows our hair.
I hang up his saddle, I trust his mind,
we are really close, my horse and I.
He helps me look for all I want to find,
even if my life seems one big lie.
The warmth of his back always makes me free,
I feel as free as possibly I could.
Even through all the things that trouble me.
I loosen the reigns like I always should.
Our trust is more than anyone could know.
He waits for my command, then all let's go.
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