The mustang is the spirit of the west

The story I wanna tell you can not be found in a book. They say the history of the west is written from a saddle of a horse. But is never have been told from a heart of one. Not til' now. I was born here, in this place that come be called the old west. But to my kind this land was ageless, it have no beginning or no end, no binding to earth and sky. Like the wind in the buffalo-grass we belong here, we will always belong here! They say the mustang is the spirit of the west.