Freedom


By: Diane Webster


ROLLING DOWN THE HIGHWAY
ON MY BIKE, MY ONE TRUE FRIEND
RAINDROPS LIGHTLY FALLING
AS WE GO AROUND THE BEND

I LET HER OUT AT HER TOP SPEED
I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH
WE CRUISE UP THRU THE MOUNTAINS
AND UP A MIGHTY BLUFF

SHE KEEPS ON CRYING, MORE, MORE, MORE
SHE GIVES ME ALL SHE'S GOT
WE TWO ARE SO TOGETHER
SHE'S COOL, SHE'S SLICK, SHE'S HOT

I SLOW THE PACE TO JUST A CRUISE
I FEEL THE MOUNTAIN BREEZE
WE'VE LEFT THE CITY'S DIRTY STREETS
IT'S HERE I FEEL AT EASE

WE TURN OFF OF THE HIGHWAY
WE SIT THERE FOR AWHILE
AND WHEN I FINALLY CATCH MY BREATH
I THEN BEGIN TO SMILE

THIS LOVE WE HAVE TOGETHER
IT'S REALLY NOT A SIN
I KNOW THAT IT'S NOT OVER
I KNOW WE'LL GO AGAIN


6/2009