Seven Horses

Lo, the poor Indian

Whose poor untutored mind

Clothes him in front

But leaves him bare behindMaybe in another year

The simple life we lead

Could become more comfortable

Or even change completelyEvangeline, your streets were washed away

You'll never vent your anger

We'll await with baited breath

For something better than we haveShallow dreams undone

Fruitless and unsung

No challenge towers so steep

Seven horses deepA festival came to my town

And quickly went away

Faith contains the seed

Of lowly tragedy they sayOne step forward, two steps back

The bango jangles in the subway

Some await with bated breath

For something better than they haveShallow dreams undone

Fruitless and unsung

No challenge towers so steep

Seven horses deep