S P I R I T

It all began with an urge to explore an unknown future to settle a score. attracted by the dim yellow light I ventured to a world to test my might. Their cunning tactics thwarted my brain Trapped I was in their own chains. I was made to perform their hard task Their want for slavery was too much to ask. Strange they were in their own ways They take for granted we've nothing to say. So rebellious I was with each passing day and this beautiful dawn could not hold me at bay. "HERE I AM",free as i was returning home as a king truly does. the grasslands arrive,my tears roll by with the force of Niagara,screaming with joy. Red Indian tents show my kingdom has begun remembered we're "BROTHERS UNDER THE SUN." The smell of the soil coming so strong this is my home,"THIS IS WHERE I BELONG." I am SPIRIT,Stallion of the Cimmaron.