Feelings
Confusing
Twisting
Turning
Black surrounds the soul
No one is here
No one cares
My spirit
Free as a horse
Galloping in the mountains
Black mountains
Its rains, oh it rains
Betrayal
A long journey
No herd to be had
Running through the creeks
Looking for any hope
A crooked tree stands in the path
Brown, old, rotting tree
Its limbs twisted
Beckoning
Nothing can pass this tree
The tree stands
Laying to rest here is not wise
But with consideration to some, it is the best option
None to help
None to bare
No
No one cares
If one stallion is gone
