Roaming, WanderingLeft in fields just saunteringSold off, slept roughKept unstabled and toughRiding steeds that know now their fateForever forwardBought and sold for penniesRoaming, wandering unstabledUnspoiled in their fantasiesBut paled in societyWhen they take the beastThe fight unsung will never ceasePolluted grasslandsThe plains they roamed are now goneStill roaming and wanderingAnother dead horse is falling