Source:soundtrack-for-lovers
Take me far.
Take me long.
Take me wide.
Ride like the wind.
Past borders.
Over hills.
Through valleys.
All the way to the sea.
Nostrils steaming.
Muscles bulging.
Ride like the wind.
RIDE LIKE THE WIND
hills
THE LAST TREE STANDING
I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I hear sounds of trees falling
and cries of animals dying.
The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,
monstrous symbols to mankind.
Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.
Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.
Mankind has changed the world
in irreversible ways.
Stop before it’s too late.
I refuse to be the last tree standing.
MIRROR
A glimpse of paradise.
Green fills the mirror.
Sloping green hills.
Terracotta rooftops.
If it can only be.
A reflection for me.
FLYING
I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams.
Valleys and cities.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.
TAKE ME FAR
Source:soundtrack-for-lovers
Take me far.
Take me long.
Take me wide.
Ride like the wind.
Past borders.
Over hills.
Through valleys.
All the way to the sea.
Nostrils steaming.
Muscles bulging.
Ride like the wind.
JUST KEEP FLYING
I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.
KEEP FLYING
I’m flying.
In my dreams,
I’m soaring through the sky.
Over hills and streams,
valleys and cities.
Never having to stop.
Flying for miles and miles.
Should I land?
Why would I?
I can keep flying forever.
