To the wild horse of my eyes...
Keeper of my heart.
Up on the mountains, rising like bristles where winds have no fear.
Show me light, teach me to look deeper.
Help me gather momentum.
To descend where the earth cracks and melts itself in cycles.
The wind is stiff. It senses me. It's something else.
If I let go how is it gonna be.
Feelings are turning, galloping.
Inside my eyes a song is born.
My hope is a horse, is a memory.
For my pains to run away.
Set me free. In resonance.