Home,
I have none.
Home,
The feeling of being cared for, safety, love, freedom,
Freedom to be free, to be me.
My "home" is not a home.
I am a mustang.
My home is the valley.
In the valley I am free to be me.
My love is the Sun.
My safety is the mountains surrounding the valley.
My joy is the flowers.
Those that I run through.
My feeling of care comes from my herd.
My freedom?
Running through the valley, the wind in my mane.
Lasso, Left and Right, Got me around my neck pretty tight.
Pulled away from what I loved
Went from eating grass, to what tasted like over processed grub.
"You're so expensive, you'd sell for to much!"
WHIP.
"If only, you'd listen to us."
I am not welcomed, but I'm not free to go.
I was locked away in a stall,
I didnt see the sun for days.
I didnt feel the wind.
There were no mountains.
My home was gone.
They're convinced they came tame me,
What a funny joke.
Do what they want?
Id rather choke.
No freedom, no love, no feeling of safety.
and yet they don't understand why I'm always so gray.
Their lies stacked up, just like the hay.
"I love you!" "I hope you're okay."
Lies, Lies, Lies.
Hay stacked up to the sky.
They can't get close.
I make them stay away.
At the end of the day, they'll never see the way i see.
Eventually they let me out of the stall.
Nobody but them there, they made me feel small.
Eventually I locked myself in the stall.
Reluctant to come out.
My 'home' is no home from the way I see.
No love, No safety, Theres no freedom to me.
So if you ask me about home,
All I'll know to say.
"Home?
What's that?"
I have none.
