Mustang
Ride on, through the mist covering the dawn,
The pounding rhythm of your flight can never
Match the beat of your hearts dream;
The mountains shadow covers the land yet
Your destination lies beyond, let fate
Lead you on as the dust settles behind you
And the season changes inside of you;
Embrace the life that you fight,
The strength fills your soul,
The world pounds fury into your brain
Yet the pleasure far exceeds the pain;
Left behind, lost on a time line,
Another free and wandering spirit
Swallowed by history’s indifference,
I will not resign myself to quiet desperation,
A sun rises somewhere,
I know not where but
Somehow I will be there;
The road leads to the distant sky,
Empty save for my temptation,
Am I the only one who needs the truth?
And who are you to speak to me of love?
I don’t need it, without it I have
Nothing left to lose,
Freedom is paid for with isolation;
A flame rises from the ashes of passion,
She rides on the illusion of my dreams
But the suffering isn’t as intriguing
As it seems;
Breathe deep the sweet pollution
Of those that failed before . . .
Oh, sweet, relentless destiny,
Don’t hide my eyes as you cover me,
I have no faith in hope or love
But somehow you shine so bright,
You tempt me so, I look ahead
To fate already forgotten,
There are no lies left for me to give,
I’ve failed my past yet I’ve
Risen stronger with the sun;
My arms are outstretched,
The sun shines down and
Embraces me with its light,
The wind is pounding upon my back,
Out of my history, it fills my lungs,
There is only the horizon . . .
Ride on . . .
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