Gone!

I remember the song that you used to sing When you said that you were my lord; You shined like a star about to burn out, You held me captive with every word Whenever you called, I would come to you, Your desire became my command; Like the mare, I was wild and running free, And you taught me to feed from your hand You always knew the right thing to say, The moon would disrobe to your song; Then, like clouds the wind had torn apart, Like the summer and the snow, you were gone And the mare runs wild and free on the land, She's enjoying the sweet grass again; She stood on your heart to touch the sky, Free of the whip..... free of the rein.... Free of the sword..... When you were her lord