How are they so wild and free?
The wild horses of the sea.
They rush across the white sands,
their perfect hooves pummel the land.
They flick their tails creating waves,
whinnying, braying and flicking their manes,
They run forever towards the Earth,
but they crash, fall, dragged by the surf.
Still, they get back up and run again,
running until the coming rain.
Forward they surge when the rains come,
It fuels them, gives them strength to run.
Why can’t we be wild and free?
Like the wild horses of the sea

) however, at first i thought i was reading about seahorses. I don't know, maybe that's just me.