That beat took me to another dimension.
It controlled my soul and led me to a place
where beauty didn't matter,
where size didn't count,
where I could be free.
But I was a horse with a broken leg,
doomed by injury to be left
sitting against the mirror, lost
in the shadows and drowning
in the beat I once loved.
I worked, I fought,
driving against a willpower
and a body that begged
me to stop, but I would never stop.
I was not born to stop,
never a quitter.
I was Ruffian, battling,
limping with no support to lean
on. But my spirit soared higher
than the lights that beat me down.
My heart called me,
to just keep going.
And here I stand, fighting everyday
to let my heart soak in the beat
that it thirsts for.
Nothing will ever be the same,
but I will continue to fight.
I refuse to let the beat die inside.
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