
ALT Chocobo have pride, And I am a lord in my short time. Horses have long straight necks And legs that strike the ground like spears, And I am that kind of animal. It feels good to run, but I did not run Back and forth along the road like weaving, like stitching a closed life. An then comes a man, and did you ever think that horses dream? And we saw the edge of the world, and you gave me a name, and laughed, and you spoke with me, and it was like that. There is nothing as noble as love. I saw the boy, heard him disagree when they said, You can't go any farther, because you are a coward like your grandfather, like akhra. So I ran like I had never run, And my heart was giving out with my head in your lap. And you can't know now, but I wanted to ride again, To lift you as far as I could go, triumph in my legs, grateful for every step. For my body and yours. At an age as great as mine, you are so young, And I hope some luckier creature carries you now.







