Can you tell me?
What do you see?
Shatterd pieces and broken dreams?
Or is nothing what it seems?
Can you tell me?
What do you want to be?
The one that broke them all,
or the one that saved them for a fall?
Can you tell me?
What you see?
Broken bones, and eyes.
Horses that don't have any allies.
What can you do?
Say that horse: "I love you"
Sometimes saving a horse is to far.
So people trade him for a car.
Maybe that is for the best.
For that horse's poor life, would last...
A car can't see, hurt or dream...
So nothing is what it seems...