Here comes the mighty horse,

all dressed in leather straps.

Down the weary road he trots,

while lightning strikes and snaps.

His legs are long, his beauty strong,

he’s of a noble breed.

White feathers fall around his hooves;

he is the calmest steed.

This horse is blacker than the night,

his eyes as blue as sky.

He’ll never be one with his master’s cause,

but oh, how hard he tries.

He’s use to the feel of stinging whips,

harsh hands, mean crops, loud words.

This horse is driven hard as rain,

oh! how his skin doth burn!

Fate’s been unkind to this horse of black,

it’s shown him not a chance…

to escape the hatred in his master,

and fly free to do his dance.

One day this horse will find a life,

much better than his own.

He’ll run to the arms of loving man,

never more to be alone.