(DenverHenry)

Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they gallop on feet of ivory
Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are free
My body is merely the shell of my soul but the flesh must be given its due
Like a pony that carries its rider back home, like an old friend that's tried and been true
I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind
Going higher and higher and faster and faster, on eagles and horses, I'm flying again

Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights, they know neither limit nor bound
They're the guardian angels of darkness and light, they see all and hear every sound
My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing
Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings
I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind

My body is merely the shell of my soul, but the flesh must be given its due
Like a pony that carries its master back home, like an old friend that's tried and been true
My spirit will never be broken or caught for the soul is a free-flying thing
Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought to rise up on glorious wings
I had a vision of eagles and horses high on a ridge in a race with the wind