Barn red, vision gray
Done the mother dance twice now, hiss in pain
Wish that time’s long march he could kiss away
Forcing open dark eyes ever since he’s ripped awake
Brother sister turning lucky three, this the day
[Honey, could the doctor please get here at a quicker pace?]
They don’t know he’s finding papers to certificate
The moment in the town hall, couple gotta sit and wait
And her coat is getting awful waxy
Tries to call it back and feeling off and nasty
Foals disobey, sweat hard she’ll refuse to shout
Bright turns to first two and he shoos them out
Mom-in-law is tryna keep em more behaved
Different now, more than horrid pain and being sore for days
While the doctor’s passing through those orchard gates
Pear can finally face a filly’s future with a forward gaze
Her boy’s pushing through the door, calling out
Bright responds, she responds, mom responds, all in shouts
Then a final push, and she can even see her daughter crown
She’s beautiful.

Bright tends to the crops on a new day
They’re building Ponyville a hospital, too late
All the kids are too young for him to lose face
He pictures them when they’ve been grown enough for blue fates
Still making up a tally of their time together
Still making himself focus on the finer weather
They put her in the earth beneath a hidden stump
Her father didn’t come.
But stable now with just as many as mouths to feed,
Get up at the crack of dawn so’s not to drown in dreams
Plow for weeks, working out the soil now to house the seeds
Maybe they’ll forgive him when they sprout in spring,
Tries to put the herd first, likes to get the dirt worked
On a night he worked late Ma had heard the first words
Once a bright colt who had naught to miss, awfulness
Life’s a blind road and now we’re off of it, coughing fit