[FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] My horse, is a shackled old man,
His, his remorse, was that he couldn't survey,
The skies, right before,
Right before they went gray,
My horse and my remorse,
Flying over a great bay
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot, [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] One that smiled when he flew over the bay,
Wired were the eyes of a horse on a jet pilot, [/FONT] [FONT=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] One that smiled when he flew over the bay.[/FONT]
