I wait for the moment not stirring at all

Waiting to hear the thunder of powerful hoof falls

The trembling starts like a mounting wave

Signaling the presence of the brave

I wait impatiently now for the moment to come

Echoes roll toward me on the strum

Of liberty

Suddenly they burst over the hill running free

I swirl dust around their hooves and tails

The rush of joy they feel gives me wings

I feel my strength returning

And start to blow

I have much work to do