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the wind blows through his empty eyes 

and his heart begins to beat 

to the sound of heavy rain 

coming down on the street

the pounding of his heart 

echos all around

in his lonely house

the one he's sadly bound

as he sits alone 

in the living room 

he thinks about his life 

and thinks of what to do

he thinks about the past 

and all of his mistakes 

and wonders to himself 

will he have what it takes

to get back up again

to gain some confidence 

to saddle up 

and ride 

again

 

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<p>My donkey better with saddle than bareback....he rants many times for non reason.</p>

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