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SPIRIT’S SONG
Weep no more for me, my friends, No longer should you mourn;
For every horse that leaves this life, Quickly is reborn.
Our broken bodies are left behind, The pain and suffering, too;
An angel leads us to His hands, Where He makes us strong and new.
At Heaven’s Gate He turns us loose, And we streak across the sky;
We prance among the shining stars, And jump clouds a mile high.
Some of us will chase the winds, And gallop through the stormy fray;
The roar of thunder in each hoof, The clap of lightning in our neigh!
We run along the ocean’s plain, Leaping with the rolling waves
| Necks arching as the breakers curl, Sea-foam ribboned through our manes.
Over endless desert sands we chase, Our new lives just begun;
Never slowing, always striding, For a horse was made to run!
The setting sun casts rosy light Throughout Heaven’s vast domain;
Blowing soft we pause to rest, For with dawn we race again!
So when you hear the thunder rumble, Or watch waves break upon the sea;
Say a prayer for the horse, Whose Spirit finally is set free!
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