Race with my heart.

Tell me to fly, tell me to sore. Let me see the see the mountain aglow, The rivers sparkle and race to it's destination. Show me the building citing into the sky, the endless blinging beauty light all around. Let go of my wing so they can sore, Let them stretch for this race. My heart is floating above the clouds, Prancing along the rivers. My heart is soring above the world; Above the the hightest in the sky. Let go of my wing to pet this race begin.