All your fears are up and running strong.
The riderless takes the race.
No tears of joy for sad mistakes.
Shot through to an empty soul the horse without a rider charges on.
I'll see an empty shell of a man, torn apart, laid to waste, pin the medal on half a heart.
All you need, all that you can't get, warm morning sun, a familiar silhouette,
but your dreams are slapped away, a whip crack through a rainy day.
The lightning picks on emptiness.
The horse without a rider takes the race.
The thunder races on through dawn.
The horse without a rider charges on.