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Created on: June 19, 2009
I've ridden so many horses over the years,
I can't keep them all straight.
And I've liked them all,
they've all been great.
They've all taught me things, they've all helped me get better and learn,
but there's just one horse that in my memory has been forever burned.
Why can't I forget him? Why won't he leave my mind?
Just thinking about our time together makes me want to cry.
This horse was young and green,
his manners weren't the best,
but to me this horse will always be shining brighter than the rest.
Maybe it was something about the way his copper coat shone,
or how we connected, whether with others or alone.
And then they took you away
on that cool September day,
and after everyone had left,
I cried and cried and cried.
My heart bled inside.
How could this happen? How could they do this to me?
It ripped a hole
right through my soul.
Like an empty sea shell, I felt hollow inside.
All I wanted to do was curl up and die.
Other horses I've ridden have helped fill in some spots,
But I have to say, it still hurts lots.
There will always be an empty place for you inside,
and until you return I'll keep praying every night
that one day they'll bring you back to me.
In this I've got to hope, I've got to believe.
Don't they get it? Can't they see?
I complete you, you complete me.
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