Wild horse thundering across the open plain,
spirit in your soul, wind in your mane.
Never been touched by a human hand,
frolicking and running through the sand.
Running in and out of a wooded grove,
at the end you find a treasure trove.
Through a clearing in the monstrous trees,
a plush green glen and a summer breeze.
Up on your hind legs you take your stand,
I am your leader, you do command.
Freedom, spirit, wild horse run,
until the day itself is done.