The Fire From the Shoe

I have ridden this great white beast a horse I have raised
In the hardest of times in the brutal weather
He wears my feather his feet have iron of fire
Where he goes I go through the high cold in the low heat we were naked
My breath was his breath it left impression in the wind
Wading through rivers across rocks to shores of mountainous hills
Apache shields protected us from death
For you are my friend true horse blood of my vein
The fire from the shoe the scar upon my whom and we still are driven true
Fire from fire flames of red yellow and blue