There's something on my back,
That wasn't there before,
Every time it climbs on,
I feel it hurting me even more.
It kicks me,
Whips me,
And digs into my skin.
I suffer through,
And obey it,
Feeling its every sin.
At first I thought I could defy it,
To live and see my friends.
But every time I even try,
It pulls out its whip again.
I guess I'll listen and do as it says,
Let it tell me where to run.
But I long for freedom,
The open road,
To feel warm under the sun.
However that's the life of a horse I guess,
Being told where to go.
I hope I don't regret my choice,
Of giving up my soul.
