How must he feel, as his rider lies still,
stalking, silently they stay
Wild horse pursued, freedom will soon elude,
broken spirit by end of day.

How must he feel, to know he helped steal,
his brother no longer runs free
Intelligence he possesses, enough to know trespasses,
on the will of another like he.

How must he feel, feelings so real,
his kind he is required to betray
As his rider ropes, does he have hopes
that he will be free again, someday.

In the stable that night, does he recall with fright,
his own capture, and that horrible day
Breaking of his will, is it remembered still,
his spirit crushed when he was the prey.