The Only One
What is the sound I cannot hear?
The sound, not ringing in my ear.
Wow! What is the beauty I see?
The beauty that is all around me.
What is this breeze I feel, touching my skin?
The breeze that pushes all the way in.
Freedom, freedom is what I feel.
Freedom, as I push to climb the hill.
Freedom from trouble.
Freedom from men.
Freedom as I get on, and ride with the wind.
Riding is peaceful.
Riding is fun.
Riding is lovely, when you’re the only one.