| Don't cry for the horses. That life has set them free, A million white horses. Forever to be, Don't cry for the horses. Now in God's hands, As they dance and they prance, To a heavenly band, They were ours as a gift. But never to keep, As they close their eyes, Forever to sleep. Their spirits unbound. On sliver winds they fly, A million white horses. Against a blue sky. Look up into heaven, You'll see them above, The horses we lost, The horses we loved. Manes and tails flowing, They gallop through time, They were never yours. They were never mine. Don't cry for the horses. They will be back someday, When our time has come, They will show us the way, On silver winds they will lift us, To the warmth of the sun, When our life is over, And eternity has begun, We will jump the sun, And dance over the moon, A ballet of horses and riders, on the winds of a heavely tune, Do you hear that soft nicker? Close to your ear? Don't cry for the horses. Love the ones that are here. Don't cry for the horses. Lift up your sad eyes, Can't you see them? As they fly by? A million white horses, Free from pain and hunger, Their spirits set free. Until we ride again. Author Unknown |
| I'll lend you for a little while, My grandest foal, he said. For you to love while he's alive, And mourn him when he's dead. It may be one or twenty years, Or days or months, you see. But will you, till I taken him back, Take care of him for me. He'll bring his charm to gladden you, And should his stay be brief, You'll have treasured memories, As solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, Since all form earth return. But there are lessons taught on earth, I want this foal to learn. I've looked the world over, In my search for teachers true. And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, With trust, I have selected you. Now will you give him your total love? Nor think the labor in vain? Nor hate me when I come, to take him back? I know you'll give him tenderness, And love will bloom each day. And for happiness you've known, Forever grateful stay. But should I come and call for him, Much sooner than you'd planned. You'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and someday you'll understand. ' |