THE WHITE HORSES

Sometimes I dream
I am lost in the forest
Where Appaloosa white horses
Run wild and free

I can't see the end
Where I am heading
Then I see the white horses
And I follow my feet

When I was young
Barefoot in the forest
The green briar thorns
Stung at my feet

When I was young
Lost in the forest
The future was there
Calling for me

I come from the fog
I come from the forest
Where Appaloosa white horses
Run wild and free

The future is wide
I dance in the distance
The horses surround me
When I cannot see.