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The Night the Horses Cried
One night of attrition filled with pride
Man lost the will to mourn
so the horses cried
They saw merciless killings and vicious acts
as the brute beasts rode on their backs
They had strong wills on strong rides
with deadly skills and blind pride
Ride! Ride! I said Ride
Death has no tears
it picks no side
Though the land was lain with a thousand slain
their fierce determination remained
the same
They rushed upon one another without fear
There goes a severed arm
here comes a spear
One night of attrition filled with pride
A hundred men lived...a thousand ones died
copyrights 2006
Robert Anthony James
Man lost the will to mourn
so the horses cried
They saw merciless killings and vicious acts
as the brute beasts rode on their backs
They had strong wills on strong rides
with deadly skills and blind pride
Ride! Ride! I said Ride
Death has no tears
it picks no side
Though the land was lain with a thousand slain
their fierce determination remained
the same
They rushed upon one another without fear
There goes a severed arm
here comes a spear
One night of attrition filled with pride
A hundred men lived...a thousand ones died
copyrights 2006
Robert Anthony James
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The Night the Horses Cried
The Night the Horses Cried