Warhorse

When a horse of war is laid to rest, though it is quiet here on earth
The trumpets sound in heaven for the passing of such great worth
For here he comes up the rainbow bridge with proudly arch'd neck
His heavy hooves ring thunder and his mouth no rein does check
Each hoof is placed in joyful passage no longer with mortal grace
But with angeled herald anouncing his name in Elysiums endless space
His eye does sparkle mightily with the shine we knew of old
For no more will his shell suffer the pains of age nor illness nor cold
He will paw the turf and charge the hill in a mighty memorial to his past
For the warhorse of old lives on in our hearts and now he's free at last

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