Spirit

The story that I wanna tell you cannot be find in a book. They say that the history of the west was written from a saddle of a horse, but it's never been told from the heart of one. Not till now. I was born here, in this place that would can to be called the Old West. But, to my mind, the land was ageless. It had no beginnig and no end, no boundary between earth and sky. Like the wind and the buffalo, we belonged here, we would always belonged here. They say the Mustang is the sipirt of the West. Whether that west was won or lost in the end, you'll have to decide for yourself, but the story tath I wanna tell you is true. I was there and I remember. I remember de sun, the sky and the wind calling my name in a time when we run free. I'll never forget the sound and the feeling of running togheter. The hoof beats were many, but our hearts were one.