Wild horses.

Once I knew freedom, once I was free as the wind.

Once I knew, the open range.

Today I seek the wild eyes and the free voices.

Please dear Andrea, show me the free range,

please show me, I can be free and please take me to the days of freedom. You told me. Johnnie, we must be like the wild mustangs.

We must know the free range and we can run free.

Dera Andrea, you are my lasting dream, where we can know, we can run free and wild without the walls, to imprison us.

You are my last hope to know freedom.

Coyote