Stallion (dedicated To All The War Horses) Thunder rages Rivers roar War cannons scream That muddy old heap That muddy old heap was once a foal in the tender embrace of it's mother That muddy old heap was once a colt running wild and free That muddy old heap was galloping in a golden field a foal again Careless and free again

Magic Sparks fly Owls hoot The long White beard that sweeps along the floor That purple dress That wand with a chip off the end That horned horse galloping through the forbidden forest

Special horses Breath in that morning air That horse smell That new day with The most beautiful beasts In your #life I crave that hay smell And that pain in my back Of cleaning a stable. That moment when you see the Greatest gift in your #life. The moment you see how far you've Gotten with that one special horse.