“I was born with a wild heart and an instinct to run,

far from the things that I fear.

But I always come back like the prodigal son.

Protection is what you offer here.

My language is feel. You can speak in my tongue,

to the heart of the prodigal son.

You can ride me. You can guide me with soft hand and heel.

Patience is the master you serve.

When you feel for the try and try for the feel

I give you the trust you deserve.

Trust can’t be forced. But in time will be born

from the heart of the prodigal son.”