There was a horse and a lonely rider
I was watching as they went their way.
She had something deep inside her:
words she hoped she’d never have to say.
The sun was down, there was no moon.
There was barely light to see.
I could tell the end was soon.
Would it be the end for me?
There is no reason. There is no rhyme.
There’s only a little time,
A broken horse, a lonely rider, and an observant I.
And we’re all afraid to die.