So many things left unsaid
Cuz there was no one to write them
Unlit matches is what they remain
Cuz no one cares to ignite them

So many times a tongue is bitten
To keep us from going to never land
And yet there stands a horse un ridden
Reminding us we always can

Afraid, mostly, is what I'd call it
Fear is what it boils down to
Hear no; see no; taste no
Evils that in ones heart one knows are true

But after a few times of being whipped
Kicked; yelled at to go away
The stallion that was our free pass to bliss
Gallops into the dusk of the day