In the silence of the midnight sky my soul awakens. Restless, longing to run along the breaking tides. I yearn to feel the untouched air dance through my hair as I make the ground where I stand my home from the night.
In the mist of the early morning light, my passions turn into merely dreams. I arise to see these shackles that bind me. The four walls of this stable is my prison.
Wild horses should not be tamed. The solitary of my confinement weakens my adventurous heart.
Before the rise of the next new moon, before my master can break me, I am breaking free.