I was only ten years old
I loved Spirit so much; I owned the film as well as many posters and all sorts of merchandise
I prayed to Spirit in my bedroom every night before I go to sleep, thanking him for the life I've been given
"Spirit is love", I said, "Spirit is life"
My older brother heard me and called me a drek
I knew he was just obviously jealous of my devotion for Spirit
I called him a twit
He punched me, with no warning, and then I fell to the floor
He stormed out of my bedroom and slammed the door shut
I then cried, as my face hurt
I still remained on the hard floor and it was very cold
Suddenly, a sound moved towards me
A sound of horse feet quietly clomping
A shadow appeared above me
I felt something breathing at me
Immediately curious, I looked up to see what it was
It was Spirit
I became so happy
I heard him spoke, though his mouth didn't move, as if I read his mind, "Never let anyone or anything break your spirit"
I wrapped my arms around his head, so he can lift me off the harsh floor
He did
Spirit then told me to hop onto his back
I did
I asked him, "Where are we going?"
He spoke again, "Somewhere from here"
That would mean leaving my home, my brother and my parents
But that would also mean being free from them
I wanted to come with Spirit, I wanted to be free
He whinnied a mighty whinny as he aimed at the my bedroom window, preparing to escape with me
My brother walked in
Spirit looked at him straight in the eye and said, "It's all over for you now"
Spirit, with me on his back like a saddle, soared through my window into the night of freedom
Spirit is Love
Spirit is Life