Strong to wear the burdens made
Fast to be the ones enslaved
made to war all through the night
fallen in someone else's fight

Swift and strong as any steed
Champions of the battle indeed
Yet what will be the ultimate cost
when his 'animal' heart gets lost?

His eyes like humans shed their tears
His whole body can also bleed
He hides his passion and his fears
A centaur's lament is just to be free