He was mine as a gift, but never to keep.
As he closes his eyes forever to sleep
His spirit unbound
On silver wings, he flies.
A million bay horses,
Against the blue sky.
Look up into Heaven,
You’ll see him above.
The horse I lost,
The horse I loved.
Mane and tail flowing,
As he gallops through time,
He was never yours-he was never mine
Don’t cry for the horses,
He’ll be back some day.
When my time is gone,
He’ll show me the way.
Do you hear that soft nicker?
Close to your ear?
Don’t cry for the horses,
Love the ones that are here.
| Hayley |