The sun on my face
creates a safe space
I can see through the rain
that tormented my brain
Its suddenly all clear
the storms cannot reappear
The wind whipping my hair
I have not a care
Freedom I feel
on my horse made of steel.
Wind screamin in my ears
Tell tales of many years
The journeys of others
of my sisters and brothers
Some precious moments in time
that clear away the slime
of all the troubles I feel
part of life's dirty deal
My mind is now clear
of all that I fear
Time to move on
until my troubles are gone
Its time to go forward
with new goals to move toward
The payoff will be great
For this is my fate
The wind in my hair
The sun on my skin
Its freedom I feel,
on my horse made of steel.
It is beyond compare
to be able to share
these feelings with others
called my sisters and brothers
a kinship of one
never to be undone.