The wild horses
Galloping in from the wild
With hay of gold in their eyes
They hope to strike it big
In the enclosure of walls
Singing their hearts out
The wild horses can't wait
They want to be in the thick of things
Some may get it there
Smiling secretly in their minds
Now not out in the wild
But in the scheme of things
Others are waiting
Impatience runs in their minds
The wild horses
Galloping in from the wild
In their eyes
The hay of gold
The life of freedom
Not out in the cold
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