Michael Klooster
A long summers day stetching out the cold
Searching for the answers and some say I'm not alone
Could you tell me where I might find fallen horses their spirits they fly
Blinded by the whiteness staring at the sun
I'm wishing that I had wings so that I could become one
Would you help me if I wanted to die I could ride off with horses tonight
Tell me why
Why oh why
I said why
