How I wish that I
Could ride today
But ominous thoughts
Get in my way
What if I was
To have a fall
Or worse I hear
My maker's call
Oh tell me why
I worry so much
Of something
I can't even touch
What if the horse
Bolts off with me
What will I do
If I hit a tree
What if I lay
On harden ground
And can't scream
A single sound
Oh tell me why
I worry so much
Of something
I can't even touch
What if the horse
Bucks mighty high
Leaving the saddle
As I reach for the sky
What if he tramples me
Into the dirt
As I revel and reel
In some awful hurt
Oh tell me why
I worry so much
Of something
I can't even touch
These thieves of thought
Have stole my pleasure
The only thing
That I truly treasure