Ride On
I rode him as he trodded
Stepping high, he nodded
His mane waving in the air
As though he had no care
I saw the spirit in him rise
With a gleam in his eyes
Step proud, I thought he heard
For he nodded with every word
Sweat seeping from the pores
From the saddle which brought the sores
Ride on I felt in my heart
Ride on, let us not part
Ride on, ride even in the dark
Ride on for I wished not to park
He tired so here we will stay
Resting here awaiting the day
Ride on even in my dream
For I felt it would redeem
My hunger and my pain
Riding on striving to gain
Peace and solitude to be found
And the joy stomping upon the ground
Ride glory ride, ride with pride
Ride glory with every stride
Ride forever I would pray
Ride on at the break of day
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2011
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