Mulan, my journey,
Mounting, I caressed the soft hides
of my ride east, where my journey begins.
The training, the action where young boys stay
I would be the odd one out, the black sheep of my
new family where I would endure a new destiny
Trotting, galloping to the new place I would belong
I long for my hometown, my aches and pain of
leaving my family. The never ending clip-clops of the horses hooves
drumming in my ears.
Afraid of what is to come in the near future.
I have given myself up from my old life.
Now I am in the hands of my trainers.
Where I would.