There is a myth among my mind that strikes reality and aspiration. My brother's wife Laine always looks out into the desert fields of the Gila River Highway(Maricopa, Arizona) where you drive about thirty minutes to hit the nearest suburb from the small dusty town we both reside in.
There is a story of Wild Horses that live among the desert mountains, plains, and heat. These beautiful creatures don't belong to anyone and they in my heart are in complete liberation. The feeling is dawning to my soul always on the edge of my seat with my face pointed towards the sand searching for just one.
I've been inspired to write a song about something that's been in me that I've been hurting to get out. Sometimes songs aren't about what we choose to write, but what they choose to be. The mere image of such freedom, myth, or beauty is one that lies within the unexplainable, but also the unheard.
Like Wild Horses, Lord knows I beg to be the same and more so to be as beautiful as they are to me.
-Emanuel
its awesome....
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