A tattered horse now missing an ear
Stands on a shelf slowly gathering dust
Bought on a night that was almost unique
In the years now gone it will never be lost

Laughter and stories flowed with the beer
Perhaps the closest the connection has been
All too few of those moments have occurred
So when they come all the more they mean

A comforting presence not usually felt
But towering force and unbelievable will
The mountain you see but cannot comprehend
In the clouds always rests above you still

Though long ago it’s comfort I hold
Now far from here in the world you roam
Just such a night I crave right now
That beautiful feeling of not feeling alone

The Tattered Horse