A dreary path and rustic breeze
To this I didn't agree
For speed and strength I'm sought
After all, I am that horse
The one who befriends the rider
And goes on without a sigh
Even when the sands are wider
Than what seems, the sky
I push my limits ahead
No complains, no pit stops
My friend my master forgets
Soon all shall be lost
Enter: the camel, made for dunes
My fellow, my counter part,
He groans and grieves and makes the halt, when he thinks he should stop
He goes on for days and nights for he's accepted and well rested
Now I struggle to take a step
My limits are well tested
A traitor, they say, as I drop
Drop down on my knees
What good a horse that knows not
Itself, if forgets to breathe
The rider's friend, companion
Shall now be bid goodbye
The rider will survive
But the horse has to die.
