The Poney

You ride, in a shiny land made of cotton
Abide, heavy load you put on
Somehow, you run but you walk backwards
You bow, thinking you'll overshadow
Your vision straight, you will see no confusion
Underneath there is something that should not be seen
The fear is at the glory of your docility
Never hunger will turn you away from the path
Winter is here and the frost is nailing down the hoof
Break the ice to melt it into snow
Futile is the loop you're into
Ride, ride through the clouds
Run, far from here

Fading away
Sun down
Mystic Haze
Behind

You go, catching up your time off
Always, running after it
Before, it wasn't that rushing
Therefore, start to stop yelling
Battle, against time again
For what after all things ends
And now, feeling the stables

You rest, but was it for all that stress
And soon to let go this levity

Run, free
Wind and spirit

Run, run little poney
To escape what you can't see
The life is really what you believe it was
Nonsense to give the people the human touch they crave
Useless feeling to be surrounded
When the free land awaits you open arms
Someone who loves you
Nor the grass gold centuries will lost
In our bones and blood the memory prevail

You ride, in a shiny land made of cotton
Abide, heavy load you put on
Somehow, you run but you walk backwards
You bow, thinking you'll overshadow
Run, far from here

Live free
The air whistling around you
Free
Live out, Life out
Run, far from here