my soul, it yearns to try
to soar into the lightness
up above the mountains
higher than the trees that block the sky
my soul wants to fly
my soul, it yearns to try
to float in the airy cool
the rushing wind through my hair
tingling my skin and arousing my senses
my soul wants to fly
my soul, it yearns to try
no thought of the town below
nor the trouble, or the strife
just the wind, the rush and the feeling of life.
