An old grey horse stands at the gate,
Waiting for someone who'll love him,
Will someone, just someone bring him a mate?
Or don't they care for the old grey horse.
He stands alone night and day,
Dosn't anyone care for him anymore?
Or was it just because he was old?
His eye is sad as he grazes the grass,
and he wonders if he'll ever be loved,
One day, a man enters his paddock,
The grey horse whinnies with glee,
But the man has no love for the old grey horse,
And locks him up in a float,
The old grey horse is brought to a place,
Some other horses there are skinny-all thin,
Their heads are hung low as they stand without grass,
The old grey horse is frightened and scared,
But the man just dosn't seem to notice,
The old grey horse is put in a place,
A place he had dreaded for so long,
And after that day he wasn't seen again,
And no one seemed to care all along