Wrote on the plane:
1st DRAFT.
Palomino, oh she’s riding
3 days to the middle and the sun is shining
Hole in her heart and she can’t stop crying
Where’s her daddy gone
In the city he’s called a looser
Though country folk can see his beauty
You made her now you have a duty
But you’re living in a barn
Lord what shall become of this drop of seed
A valiant hero or small weakling
A body has toes and a heart
Everything is needed
Everything has meaning
The students would meet when the sun went down
Swear they’d never let each other down
Willing to lower themselves to the ground
To raise the revolution
She rode so long her body ached
Old habits are so hard to break
Praying for her daddy’s sake
To finally take her home
The revolution failed and he grew up
Still he hasn’t learned too much
Bout how the system really works
And how to make real changes
It doesn’t matter with what your born
What matters is the seat of scorn
So choose to sit where they value one
And you’ll receive new powers
Every man plays his part
Every race has a start
Pick your race and saddle up
A horse is made for riding
Lord what shall become of this drop of seed
A valiant hero or small weakling
A body has toes and a heart
Everything is needed
Everything has meaning