Riding Free

Riding Free

I think I'll sit upon the sun

And fly up into space 

My foot becomes the beating drum

My smile becomes the face

There is no need to hurry

And no time will I waste

The hatchet has been buried

As victory turns to taste

Saddle up and mount your sun

Come along and ride with me

Counting down from ten to one
Letting go and feeling free

Along the way we'll dream till noon

Turning time into a present

And stop to dance upon the moon

As it fades from full to crescent

Inner light becomes such wonder

There is much for us to see
Breaking through from deep down under

On our sun when riding free

Written By: 

Michael K. Englmann

March 07, 2020

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