"Fence-Line" Wild horses running. Crossing a border. Dust hangs glittering. Freedom, life, love just across fence-line. Horses running winter's night. Racing under moon full. Cowboy, illusion chasing. Sometimes, they stop and stare, like I wasn't there. Heading to freedom across a border. Love lost along a fence-line. Mind playing tricks. I smell your scent. I turn, expecting to see you standing there. But your gone, I stand alone. Now I chase horses. Empty, full of ghost memories. Running for fence-line border. I remember holding your hand.... -DS Baker