running wild free always in danger from hunters cougars and man caught penned corraled a cowboy standing at the gate holding oats can smell there sweetness hear his gentle words know i can still run but with him only not free and i cannot resist so i keep walking slowly closer noises behind other mustangs being broken harshly broken without the knowlede paitance the cowboy has or his love months of coddeling and firm patience owned at last riding the wind with him on my back can see hear the wild ones still can whinny to them the cowboys hand gentle on my withers reasurring comforting loving and we walk on together