Standing Alone

Standing alone,   

                    In the freezing cold,                      

Was a little white pony,

Who was not so bold

So skinny and weak

He could barely squeak

He shivered and winced

But the man was not convinced

That he was worth the time

So he decided to commit the crime

He walked away, let him suffer

The pony's life just got rougher

There was nothing to drink,

Nothing to eat

No grass to graze

All he felt now was defeat

His life was becoming a haze

So he collapsed to the ground

Nothing positive to be found

Inside the little white pony