Equus Caballus

I have run on middle fingernail through Eolithic morning And Iâ? ve thundered down the coach road with Revolutionâ? s warning I have carried countless errant knights who never found the grail I have strained before the caissons, Iâ? ve moved the nationâ? s mail Iâ? ve made knights of lowly tribesmen, kings from ranks of peons Iâ? ve given pride and arrogance to riding men for eons Iâ? ve grazed among the lodges, teepees and the yurts Felt the sting of driving whips, lashes, spurs and quirts I am roguish- I am flighty- inbred and lowly Iâ? m a nightmare gone wild I am Gallant and exalted- stately and noble Iâ? m awesome- I am grand I am The Horse I have suffered gross indignities from users and winners Iâ? ve felt the touch of kindness from losers and sinners I have given for the cruel hand and given for the kind Heaved a sigh at Appomattox when surrender had been signed I can be as tough as hardened steel- fragile as a flower I know not my endurance I know not my own power I have died with heart exploded beneath the cheering stands Calmly stood below the hanging noose of vigilante bands I am roguish- I am flighty- inbred and lowly Iâ? m a nightmare gone wild- I amâ?¦ Gallant and exalted- stately and noble Iâ? m awesome- I am grand- I am The Horse So Iâ? ll run on middle fingernail until the curtain closes Iâ? ll win for you your triple crown Iâ? ll wear for you your roses Toward you who took my freedom Iâ? ve no malice or remorse Iâ? ll endure Iâ? ll last forever I am The Horse