A pretty little mare sad and alone,
Wonít somebody please take me home?
Hurt by a bad manís hands,
Wonít somebody please make me their own?
I am at an auction now,
With other horses all around.
Put in a ring surrounded by a crowd.
A fast-talking man so hard to understand.
A single voice calls from the crowd.
It all goes quiet, not even one sound.
Iím taken back to an outside pen.
I wonder if Iíll leave again.
When suddenly my eyes do see,
A sweet young lady standing and watching me.
With a voice full of love,
She seems to be the answer from above.
She takes me from this place of strife,
And gives to me a brand new life.
With hands so soft she shows me that,
Humans arenít so very bad.
She feeds me treats and strokes my face,
And gently tends my ouchie place.
I spend my days now full of joy,
With other horses she has saved,
Rescued from a scary fate.
We prance, we run, and we play,
But we always meet her at the gate.
She gives us love and talks to us.
Sarah Beth is now my name.
To all those others sad, abused, and alone,
I pray you peace and gentle hands.
Hands of love like my sweet Sam.