The reaper

The reins of all the horses
Have broken free.
They ran like the wind,
Their spirits wild
And untamable.
The drumming of their hooves
On the soft green land
Where the old rancher stood
With tears in his eyes.
He had set them free.
And none looked back.
He couldn't catch up with them,
The reaper stood before him,
And it was his time.
His number was called
He had to go
He couldn't say no.
No, one couldn't say no,
To the reaper.
No, one couldn't say
Can I stay
Till tomorrow
To the reaper
When he stands before you.