A single black horse stands in the field
Holding itself up with its strong and sturdy legs
Lifting its head and tilting it in the wind
Its main and tail are gently lifted by the cool breeze
It eats in peace as it watches the day go by
But even this peaceful creature can be broken
I can still hear the whip stinging in my ears
As they drove me on up a never ending road
They tightened my reins into a painful position
As I felt a bitter taste in my mouth
All for fashion
All they ever cared about was money and self-appearance
Their eyes are always filled will greed, pride, and anger
Some are not like this
Some treated me with a care and tenderness I have never known
They gave me food and shelter
They cared for me as I cared for them
Although some are warm and comforting
Either way I longed to be free
I yearned for my old home
For the freedom of a field with no fences
Where I could run, play, and go as I pleased
I stand with my strong and sturdy legs
I tilt my head up and hold it high
My hair is lifted up
I see a shadow and I know my day has come
I run to the fence
My body lifts and pulls off the ground
I am free
At the same time
I feel as though I am very, very far from being truly free
