We are the spirit of the West,
We run together.
We do our best,
As we run free through the fields.
We are as wild and free as the sky,
We stand up to whatever the world wields.
Sometimes we wish we could fly.
The wind sweeps through our hair,
As we follow the lead mare.
The stallion is strong,
And usually never wrong.
He is brave and sure,
And willing to fight.
The lead is white and pure,
She is strong despite her height.
Regardless of color,
Or origin.
We run together,
As one.
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