The Kings Stables

My Lord is the Son of Royalty
I know naught what he sees in me
the daughter of slaves in cages
in whom pain and agony rages

Oh gypsy who wonders the lands
whom has seen the touch of many hands
the reeds that sways with the winds
and unable to control their ends

Have escaped the cage of the masters
and the effects of the will casters
like a wild pony who runs the mountainside
away from mans stable do I hide

No saddle or bridle will capture me
but only the call of Love from thee
no bit in the mouth will control
the direction of wilding foal

There is no place my beloved I'd rather be
than here standing and bowing to thee
take me in the Embrace of your Love
may it strike every cord of song above

Guilty I am of the birth of sin
my life directed by imperfect men
I have wrested the chain free of them
but timid am I of escaping kin

Every thread I am you weave with stress
and the looms weaves it tighter yet
I scream and throw it at your feet
like wolves tearing into the sheep I bleat

The packs attack circles every direction
with hatred for those who bow to Love's perfection
they will rip and tear the tender flesh
and drink the blood of sacrifice in death

The multitude and numbers will overtake
the few who folo God and do partake
the passions meal was meant for every man
who will stand in kingdom ruled by Gods hand

I walk daily by the waters edge
the thread of life to you I pledge
I freely give my control to you
I know no damage you will me do

you whistle and I will come
like a pinto who's training is done
My trust in you gives me faith
the touch of you're love is no wraith.