Golden manes

Inside Roare
Golden manes

The sun sets in the fluttering of horse manes
and many beautiful words come to mind,
take a brush in your hands.
The sun dances across the horizon
dancing, a herd of wild horses.
You only see him speeding down
through the valley to the spring where they can drink.

R: Let it sound inside you,
     let the herd run away through the countryside.
     The few tears that fall into your hands,
     keep running.

Let the setting sun gild
you will always go where the golden mane flows.
Perhaps you envy that they can run
perhaps you would like to taste freedom with them.

Rec: There is one who shares your flock,
there are your children and your wife
this is your flock, this is your home
without enclosure.

R: Let it sound inside you,
     let the herd run away through the countryside.
     The few tears that fall into your hands,
     keep running.