I often ride a beautiful black stallion
Gentle as its strength can be
Grazing the pain, secretly ridded in my heart
And I run, run…
Eagerly anticipating for an answer
I often ride a beautiful black stallion
Own deranged endurance
A constant shadow unconscious in my dreams
And I run, run…
Forgetting all unclear facts through
The serenity of my horse.
I often ride a beautiful black stallion
Through forbidden roads
Exploiting infinities of love
Saddle graciously…
I often ride a beautiful black stallion
Shining a light…
Dazzling thru the magic forest
Dreaming subtle in a vast field of white lilies
I run…run….run.
-Jade da Rocha
