Running with the Wind
Just like the wind she flies,
Over the pasture; under the skies,
Angel white wings help her over the fence,With love she says goodbye my friends.
Now she is gone and her barnyard friends are alone,
The cows the pigs and the goats,
Together they all cry,
I wish she was here I wish she was alive.
Now its too late she's jumped the fence,
She's now in horse heaven,
Which is on Cloud Seven.
She was a good horse,
But her life was cut short,
All we can say is she'll never be forgotten.