They tell me
To keep my eyes forward,
Look where I want to go

"If you look at the ground,
that is where you will end up."
Eyes to the skies

Posture, precision, control
Practice makes perfect
Because perfection is mandatory

I put my trust,
In a twelve-hundred pound animal
That could **** me easily

She looks to me for guidance,
Knowing i'll never hurt her
I put her life in front of mine

We have a rhythm
Her stride,
Matching my heartbeat

She reads my mind
We move together,
As we soar over the jumps

Heels down,
Chin up,
Shoulders back

After all the drama, tears, and blood,
I still find myself
Climbing back into the saddle

But, why?
Because i'm a horse girl.

And I was made for this.