Buried beneath the soil lie the roots of your own tree,
We all possess a strength of some kind or so
But stumbling on our blocks we are sure to never grow,
Part of the journey is to recognize your worth
For no two are the same as you search upon the earth,
Never be afraid of the chances one must take,
The strongest Stallions out there are ones one had to break,
Reckless was her spirit as she ran that prairie side,
They called him the "Horse Whisperer" cause he harnessed strength inside,
Not your typical story of a Legend from the West
A man that possess' truth will separate him from the rest,
Keep in mind the ol illusion of all the glitters in the gold
The truest truths are Priceless in the stories your life holds.
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