Przewalski’s Ponies - Lunar Song iii

And here I stand again, My face up to the sky - I wonder, why, I keep on wondering - why? So now that I have known The joy and I’ve been sad I ask you for the road not me alone Will tread. A winding secret pass For everyone I love, Through everfragrant grass, And to the gates above the clouds that guard the beauty of Equestria, Equestria, Of all the lands the best, Where we’ll abide Behind your dreaming might. But what should I reveal? And what should I become? What must I find or steal Which one of drums should drum? Hey you, young Wizard of the West! Go leave your tower, reveal your wisdom to the living! And you - the Painter seeking rest - Don’t rob yourself of life, There’s so much to be given! I hope your road’s not to the gates Gates of Jerusalem, new Mary of Magdala. And yours, the Singer - only waits For your light steps and for the stori