Horse (song)

Old and grey, he stands alone

Aged and weary, his spirit flown

Once proud and strong, he roamed the fields

Now his days are numbered, his fate sealed

The years have been unkind, his body frail

He's lost his grace, his once bright tail

His eyes are dim, his heart beats slow

His spirit fades, his time to go

But oh, the stories he could tell

Of days gone by, of a life lived well

Of galloping through the fields of green

Of chasing dreams, of a life unseen

He may be old, but his memories stay

Of days of glory, of a life in play

Of a heart that once beat strong and true

Of a soul that loved, of a heart that knew

And so we say goodbye, to this gentle friend

Who spent his days, until the very end

We'll remember him fondly, with love and care

And know that his spirit, will always be there.