He rides with his Head down Staring at the Dirt filled ground While the wind Whispers through His long black hair And the feather his Father put in there And for years to come The plains will change Into cities and skyscrapers And horses will be Trapped by mans will And all of these changes Will lead to chaos We tied her down with fences Plastered her with roads Choked her with smog Beat with our weapons If we can be FREE Why cant She?!
