I expected the shadow to be large, to block out the sun
I expected the horse to be white, to be proud and with the earth be one
I expected him to be strong
I expected my life would not belong
But hurt rode along
The saddle held someone not strong
The shadow hardly show on the pavement all totally grey
But I wait and wish for what I see to be merely the mirage of what should belong
You did not even try
You did not even seem to grieve
You certainly never fought
you never ever freed me when I got caught
My white horse yet to come
My white horse maybe ever a story
My white horse distant and lost and forlorne
My white horse no shadow and no rider my one
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