Black horses on the way
To save, to get off the hole
When all ends had ended, hope is worthless...
Time to pull out the black horse

The black horse has no aims
He is one way target
Like toy key - he will sent to the fronts
With no brakes

No one assumes that he have soul
Just an instrument in his owner hands
He may bring winner fame, or
Disappear in the vast oblivion

He invest all his efforts in the race
Unsparing sweat or blood
His wet skin will shine
Like expensive Chinese silk

Let me be your black horse
Juliette, the apple of my eye
For you I will pass through desert
Given you precious cups

When comes a day of glory
I will step out like simple tool
Since I am your black horse
That came from the darkness,
To dark I am gonna back
 
5 August 2007



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