Ellen Mcilwaine Wings Of A Horse
If I ride on the wings of a horse
I'm a fly to the mountain's mouth
No one will see me or leave
No one can throw me out
No roaring sky will swallow me
No it won't, I will be free
Or I can think I will
No matter what happens to me
I can always think I will
Now I follow the lines of a snapper
Because it must be the way out
If I get to the scales of this fish
I will fight without any doubt
Your stillness will never stifle me
No it won't no, I will be free
Or I can think I will
You're never free
If I ride on the wings of a horse
I'm a fly to the mountain's mouth
No one will see me or leave
No one can throw me out
No roaring sky will swallow me
No it won't, I will be free
Or I can think I will
No matter what happens to me
I can always think I will