Before the sun rise I grab my rope hoping for perfect timing and rythem of the breeze feeling every turn of the loop as if I was Flying above the trees as the mist rises above the near by Pond I use my rope as if it was part of a mystical dance as I luagh in dangers face as many others do to chase a dream hoping that it will come true in the twilight hours the midnight sky that is dark blue  with the echoes of the past saying rope the wind rope the wind my friend don't hold anything back let all emotions loose let your untamed spirit free and be as good as you know you can be forget adversary forget your hate only to love and to regain your strength grab the bull by the horns hard failings as you hit the ground rope your way out like a swirling tornado jump through the flames if they stand in your way and wether You succeed or fail rope to live another day again and rope the wind my friend