wild horses
The wild horses
Galloping hard on the rough terrains
The smoke of dust rising to the sky
They don't see they want to ride free
With power on its legs
They gallop hard and free
No law can be reached
They are the ones defying it
The wild horses
On the dark corridor
They don't listen to grooming
They want to take for free
The power gets into souls
Only be tackling them with cages and ropes
The wild horses will come to terms
The change of pace the way it should
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