Pumping Muscle on and on

nothing like the wind in my face

go the distance and then some

fear could never win this race

When your house burns down you get a 

view of the moon

think of me, think of me

when you reach past your edge and you're

still holding on

think of me, think of me

some fires burn long and slow, but I'm a 

shooting star you know

think of me

The first promise I ever made

was that I would find the wild things

I would hold them to my heart

and learn to love what they would bring

Now I"m climbing high, touching sky

reaching for holds unknown

sprouting wings and learning to fly

spirit's all we ever own

B.lewis 1994