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White Horses

I see them there and reach for them
White Horses, my hopes, my prayers
Everything changes so fast
But the white horses are still there

Do I have the courage to run to them
And If I find it could it last?
When am I going to make up my mind?
Because all the white horses are running so fast

Is it really so hard just to overcome...
All of the thoughts that are in my head?
Why can't the answers find me now?
Because all of the white horses have gone ahead....

~THE FLOWING PEN~
3-15-04



 


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