The Horn of Truth

Galloping into the morning light, the horn of plenty trust not

For the wind behind me is my magic, and the sun before me is my master

I live for love, and love lives for me, in the woods green gardens of envy

Where my horn is magic, and my faith is pure, the one that comes to me

My love forever near, and when you find me, I shall ride upon the path

Of a never ending make believe galaxy of energy, no other will ever know

Until we meet in fantasy, so fantastic it will be, for the truth

Of what is make believe, and the real of love will be forever in our hearts