When the horse may run free, I will call about my fleet, and yes, they will be elite. When the wind blows across the beach, words carry to perform music in heat. When the sunrays enlighten the dark, vivid colors awake from apart. When Shining armor protects the weak, angels perform the alchemy. When God sets us free, we will wait to be. When the horses guide my paths, I will let them join my Calvary. When the towns people applaud my arrival, soon I will be wed the king. When my age rust, I give what is left, to someone who must. When my sword is sharpened, I hope my horses still run free, therefore let the angels guide over me.