Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye

Strength and grace< I feel the spirits of ancestral space

Sisters and brothers
I live ever watchful standing by others

No two ever the same
The short, the tall, the long of mane

I know the fear
I live on the edge for death crouches near

Through storm and calm
Ever vigilant and bold
Killed by man Hunted by predator
Not enough grazing
Captured, shot, sold by pound on bills of lading


Sometimes an insurmountable course
I am feral, I am Mustang, I am Wild Horse