The beauty of the ride.

There is something magical when getting on a horse.
Its power in submission by your voice.
Lively and free these beats can be.
Stride Mustang and ride.....

 my soul is set free....

Have you ever asked a horse for a kiss?
Their furry little nostrils tickle your upper lip.
Cheyanne the dun loves to use her toungue.
I bust out in giggles boy she is alot of fun.

my soul is set free.....

Canter and walk, trot and stand still.
Come forward and hoe you do this for me.
Joyful moments out of my window pain.
Each command conquered here comes the reign.

my soul is set free.....


Up and balanced on her back I am.
Ears pointed backwards ready to begin.
Clicking of the toungue to get you going.
Hold on passenger this is faster than rowing...

My soul is set free.....

There is nothing like the relationship with a horse.
Especially when riding that obstacle course.
Two become one in a journey life.
My hair breezing in the wind no thoughts of strife.

I am set free:)