He was second from his mother
Trampled from the start
Cut off from a lover
Hidden in the dark
Eager just to please her
The deceiver hits his mark
Footprints in the instance
The call came from the start
He was broken from a leather
Spurred 'til end of day
Pushed in stormy weather
Buried in the hay
Glowing just from showing
The deck stacked up this way
Warning for the morning
The snap took it away
He was mine a day in August
Punched out on a card
Stood the crowd in unrest
Kissed the one they marred
Fleeing from ever seeing
Sirens screaching from afar
Last words from pastures
Marked by brand new scar
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