Three Horses
Three horses, on a hill
Ran back and forth and round until
Their world became a bigger place
And now across the fields they race
Three horses, daily stood
Contained, constrained by walls of wood
Each day the same, nothing was new
Until the winter cold blew through
Three horses, then one gone
A soul that pure could not go on
So gentle, calm, its heart so true
Touched by the evil others do
Two horses, as they do
Would run and play the whole day through
The colt was strong, its spirit bold
But flesh was weak and failed to hold
One horse, stood all alone
Angry and bitter to the bone
One day he stumbled and he fell
Not sad at all, was just as well
Three horses, once were there
With shiny coats and golden hair
But all things change and nothing lasts
This paddock and ghosts of the past
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