I am the riding bicycle in the mountainous, lonely field
I wonder when will i hit the next curve
I hear the singing birds far up in the sky
I see the sun rising up from behind
I want to get across the flowing, shinning river
I am the riding bicycle in the mountainous, lonely field
I pretend to know where I'm heading
I feel the wet and fresh breeze behind my neck
I touch the green, glowing grass
I worry about falling
I cry when I can't stand up
I am the riding bicycle in the mountainous, lonely field
I understand the ride is exhausting, and long
I say I can keep going even with obstacles or struggles in my way
I dream that I get to the end of the ride
I try to keep going no matter what
I hope for success like a bird with out walls
I am the riding bicycle in the mountainous, lonely field.
