3.Horse Without A Rider
One day he appeared across the open field
Hungry and half dead, hurting with each steplike a vision rising
from the Morning mist
They never would have thought he'd be coming home – like this
It's a horse without a rider
It's a solemn silhouette
They all know what it means
It's the moment they did dread
They watch him walking wounded
So weary and so brave
It's a horse without a rider
And a soldier in a grave
They never got a letter to tell them of the news
So with each passing day, they'd hope and they would pray
But in a rich man's war and a poor man's fight
They finally got an answer in the painful morning light
It's a horse without a rider
It's a solemn silhouette
They all know what it means
it's the moment they did dread
they watch him walking wounded
so weary and so brave
it's a horse without a rider
and a soldier in a grave
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