The wind so strong blowing me back up the hill
I push myself to the edge of the hill
Here I go
And with one push I'm off
Down the hill, front edge back edge turning sharp
The cold air hits my face, the sun in my eyes, and a song in my head
I turn and glide all the way down, making all my moves match the tune in my head
At the bottom I stop, collect all my thoughts
And back up I go to, relive another amazing journey, through life.
