Wild Horses

Childhood days of rain beating down, Beating down on acres of fields In amongst grey fields of stone all around, Raining a waterfall of sapphires, gems and diamonds falling down, My childish imagination made my dreams into reality all around, Horses replaced cars as they galloped wildly down roads to an eternal sunset, Galloping away to valleys and mountains rising from the lowlands, As the wind blew it's melody like a tuneful band, Rocks steeply down into the Irish Sea melting into an oasis of sand, Stretching to more rocks and the fertile land, Seaweed greasy, brown, green with it's oily sheen, I was the star of the show with nature as the film began to roll, About imagination a sensation of passion unleashed, I loved been a child where nature would never hide, It's beauty became entwined with my soul just part of my psyche, Without it would be like the sea without the tide, My freedom still travels down green roads To see mountains turning different shades of blue, In my life i have known hardship but my parents gave me the gift of love, The skies turn from grey to blue above, As everything is possible even though I'm impossible, My dream lives on with wild galloping horses, Thundering down the highway of my broken past, When I was always the girl that was last, Now I savour my aloneness, my passion and my memories, Even as the horses gallop wildly away so fast.