Onward

Onward i go, into the trees
led by rope, bound on my knees
to a sled, pulled by a horse
onward, onward through the gorse

three days have past my throat is partched
but onward still, my captor did march
to realize i was alone
onward, onward, never to return

Onward through the night and day
but still upon my sled did i lay
for bound by rope and blinded still
Onward, onward, my broken will

Onward through the desert scene
my skull has now been picked clean
but still my captor leads on
the faithful horse, onward, leads on

Through the desert through the grass
faithful horse came home at last
onward, onward to my keep
but in deaths grasp i still sleep
Onward, onward, oh sweet defeat.