I saw you ride through the mist at dawn,

White horse, pale as a ghost, you were gone.

The trees whispered secrets, the wind carried lies,

Your shadow lingered beneath blood-red skies.

White horse, are you the end or the start?

White horse, you’ve trampled my heart.

I chase but I falter, I run but I fall,

White horse, do you hear me at all?

You left tracks through the river, stones cold and slick,

I followed them blindly, each step made me sick.

The church bell was tolling, its cry cracked the air,

But all that I found was your ghost in despair.

White horse, are you the end or the start?

White horse, you’ve trampled my heart.

I chase but I falter, I run but I fall,

White horse, do you hear me at all?

Every hoofbeat feels like a drum,

Calling me closer to where I’m from.

A place of sorrow, a place of stone,

Where no rider returns, no soul finds home.

The night swallowed the trail, the stars burned so low,

But I heard your cry in the undertow.

White horse, you carry the weight of the past,

Each gallop a moment I prayed wouldn’t last.