The stallion

She has beauty
Its runs threw her soul
Like a wild stallion nobody can control
She loves on the go
She will never be in anybody else's control
A spirt that runs free
Seeking only happiness and peace
Born to run threw the fires of he'll
Knowing nothing but scorching flames
And the incinerating pain
Only by the brand's on her skin you could tell
She has been running
Burning a new trail
Will never stop tell she can no longer feel the flames of he'll
A beautiful tragedy none-the-less
Only her true lover could be blessed.