To Gallop Free

This is a poem that I want to donate to those wild horses stuck in holding facilities because humans just don't care about what beauty is supposed to be about. Hopefully someday, they will be able to get out of these gates and enjoy their lives in freedom!

To be free,
We will have to run,
And survive the pains,
Of life, together,
And then be happy.

To be free
The flower must
Grow and sprout,
With it's beauty,
Although through great pains,

To be free,
The eye will have to travel,
Through then night's stars,
And hope and pray,
For a safe rescue.

But when they are stuck,
They will cry
Without human's words,
But with their own,
So that they will be heard.

The mouth will whinny,
The eye will stare for hope,
They will not stop,
Until found,
Will not stay silent anymore.

No, the silence won't come,
Some will stop crying,
But one will cry forever,
To stay together,
To stay free.

So help them,
Return them,
For they helped us,
Now we must help them,
For it's our turn to return a favor.

It was once told,
That America was created
With the help of a horse
Now, the horse needs a rescue,
And we have to help.

So please,
Listen to their cries,
Return a favor,
And do something from your heart,
For it is worth to save a life.