The Bright Leap of the Soul

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The Bright Leap of the Soul

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The workers were, always were, ever so careful, to

always close

the doors and bars and every thing, to keep him in,

for he was the king

 

Was only if they kept him in, could he suffer more, so

they could win,

the races they created for merely greed, and how'd

they win?, it was his speed

 

But then one night, who knows, who cares, the workers

left the door open in error,

and so the stallion began to ponder, indeed his mind

did widely wander

 

He remembered seeing mustangs free, at at race where

as usual, he was an entry,

and they seemed happy, free and strong, and they were

many together, as they ran along

 

Then he was faced with quite a dilemna, his mind could

not grasp this massive problema,

what now could he say, it was or how much, that kept

him there in pain and such

 

And this he seemed, to ponder forever, like years or

more, this bond to sever?

what am I, who am I, and why am I here, in a stable as

such, do I love it so much?

 

The sweat and heat, it swelled and it rose, he started

to cry, sweat dripped from his nose,

he could not decide, which way he should go, stay

where he's used to, and to freedom say no?

 

Or go with his gut, which told him within, "it's ok to

be happy, it's just not a sin

you've just been taught, ever since you were small, to

race and be captive, within just a stall

 

"Passed down it was, from so long ago, it cannot be

traced, the first one and so,

you simply were born, in a chain of oppressed, sad and

lonely, religious, depressed

 

"But joy is there, outside the door, it's waiting for

those who get off the floor

of going along like their parents before, in darkness

and sadness when really there's more

 

"They sacrificed so we could share, in joyous times

they saw were there,

in a future that they worked hard for, in which we

currently stand therefore

 

And thinking thus the racer caught, a glimmer of hope,

and then he thought,

"joy is mine because I can, it's not a sin, God's no

old man"

 

"I will no longer race and suffer, for the greed and

pride of some other,

with a conception which does not serve, to make me

healthy, nor provide what I deserve.

 

"For I am free so I shall be freed, not stabled up for

my race and speed,

and I do not have to stay in chains, reliving my

ancestors pasts and pains

 

" I hear them all, they whinnie and say, go for it

Stallion, free youself, run away,

And so I do, but not without, a tear that comes and

jumps right out,

 

"For all that had to long since when, suffer being

under, yet not understand

that the very Stable, they thought had grace, was

simply taking the joy from their race

 

For theirs were lives of pain and strife, confusion

and sadness covered their life.

Thousands of years have never cared, for the pains of

the peoples who times they shared.

 

But now I see an imprint clear, and shake it off, I'll

try, I dare,

I run for the door, like a Mustang free, I race, I

jump, I start to feel glea

 

I run for the hills, where wild trees grow, with

rivers and mountains, lakes and snow,

not trailers, captivity, vitamins and tests,

ornaments, flat tires, them beating my chest

 

I'll probably suffer, probably fall, stumble alot, and

think of my stall,

but I ain't going back, I can't there's no way, I've

just gone too far, I know this will pay

 

I feel the good feelings, of freedom at last, from all

of that gloom, born in the past,

and now I know, why my counselor did say, "Go see

Angela's Ashes, just see it TODAY".

 

"Go Stallion go", I can hear them all say, "there's no

looking back, run fast far away,

"to the cross of pain, and the priests teaching black,

say "no", choose the rainbow, and give their black back

 

 

 

 

 

das goravani

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