Like shackles on her ankles
she fly with strings on her wings
her heart cries for free wind
while her soul weep to be free.
Through her little eyes she sees
through her hurting heart she feels
appreciate simple little things
that luxurys not everything
A love that bound so strong
a soul that runs deep
free wind free heart is where she belong
for a keepers hard to keep
She dont fly for freedom
but she fly to feel
the wind beneath her wings
that feeds her soul to heal
Like any wild horse
a heart can be tamed
a horse-whisperer murmurs
tales of natures grace awakens
A loyal heart and faith remains
when sweet vows pure and true
with earthly bond unchanged
...she will only bow to you.
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