Equus Caballus - Wylie

I have run on middle fingernail through
Eolithic morning
And I've thundered down the coach road with
Revolution's warning
I have carried countless errant knights who never found the grail
I have strained before the caissons
I've moved the nation's mail
I've made knights of lowly tribesmen kings from ranks of peons
I've given pride and arrogance to riding men for eons
I've grazed among the lodges teepees and the yurts
Felt the sting of driving whips lashes spurs and quirts
I am roguish
I am flighty inbred and lowly
I'm a nightmare gone wild
I am Gallant and exalted stately and noble
I'm awesome
I am grand
I am The Horse
I have suffered gross indignities from users and winners
I've felt the touch of kindness from losers and sinners
I have given for the cruel hand and given for the kind
Heaved a sigh at
Appomattox when surrender had been signed
I can be as tough as hardened steel fragile as a flower
I know not my endurance
I know not my own power
I have died with heart exploded beneath the cheering stands
Calmly stood below the hanging noose of vigilante bands
I am roguish
I am flighty inbred and lowly
I'm a nightmare gone wild
I am Gallant and exalted stately and noble
I'm awesome
I am grand
I am the Horse
So I'll run on middle fingernail until the curtain closes
I'll win for you your triple crown
I'll wear for you your roses
Toward you who took my freedom
I've no malice or remorse
I'll endure
I'll last forever
I am The Horse