The Mustang

I used to run just like a mustang with my head down in the 
wind
At a pace too fast to recognize the places that I've been
Living up my years of freedom like the words to a song
I found myself believing that I can make it on my own

Till I wound up on my knees one night on the side of the 
road
Where I cried and said: I'm willing, where you lead me, I 
will go
I was finally tired of running wild across these lonely 
plains
I surrendered all I had
And let the master take the reigns

And now I'm free
I'm not scared, and I'm not running, I'm right where I'm 
supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence, it feels like free

Often looked upon as beauty when the Mustang runs and bucks
Some criticize the ones we ride and pull behind our trucks
But they were put here with a purpose that the wild ones 
have yet to find
Like me, they just need breaking down to open up their eyes

And see, I'm free
I'm not scared, and I'm not running, I'm right where I'm 
supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence, it feels like free

Now, who's to say the mustang won't be better off this way?

Having someone he can count on so he don't go astray
He don't sleep with one eye open, he's found peace within 
these bounds
And I've found a life like this is every bit worth settling
 down

'Cause I'm free
I'm not scared, and I'm not running, I'm right where I'm 
supposed to be
Yes, I'm free
I know from over there it might look like captivity
But on this side of the fence, it feels like free

Oh, I know I'm free