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When a dying horse lies down He acknowledges it's his time. With grace and dignity He lets his legs surrender He lets his broken body fall to the earth He lays his head down in the grass You pull on the halter You hit him on the haunches But he doesn't move He just casts a glance upward Tired eyes It's his time Long or short life It doesn't matter He was here when he needed to be Your timeline means nothing But his pain does Let him lay down Let him lay down And shut his eyes

My paradise is waking up simply no nightmares, no alarm clocks Not heavy Turning my eyes to the morning skies The sheets are soft and the light is pure Sweet and smooth like honey it glimmers gently Muscles stretch and life begins again I take a soft breath And my lungs fill again With hope and strength and the will to be And my mind has such clarity and I lay there thinking I'm everything I need.