There are horses born to run wild and free
Who only plow for fields of green
But Can the wild live on in a heart held in?
Could a sailor lost in a desert land
Forget how the ocean pulls the sand?
For a mirage he may walk in vain
But the dream would drag him on
Yeah the dream would drag him on
I will follow You through the great unknown
Where You call my name
If the stars go out on the deepest night
I will follow You the same
I can hear my name from the mountaintop
Past the wind and jagged rock
How many men have died on cliffs like these?
But my Father met me in the valley low
Said, “Onward son you were born to go
Your feet, let them run to the rhythm of the drum
That beats a better song
Yeah if you Follow you’ll make it son”
The horse was born to run for fields of green
Sailor to sail for virgin lands no man has seen
I will follow You into the great unknown
Where the wild in me will live and find its home
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