Jan 31
My tent pegs expand,
As I ride.
Wind glides over my skin,
Fear has no place to hide.
A foreigner in my childhood town,
Obstacles abound; pride.
But I don't give in,
I ride. Troubles subside.
As I ride.
Wind glides over my skin,
Fear has no place to hide.
A foreigner in my childhood town,
Obstacles abound; pride.
But I don't give in,
I ride. Troubles subside.
