In The Rain
Black and gray clouds over head hauling rain
Not caring if I get wet, just d'ont slip
Two year of training, learned to stop the pain
Running up the stairs, arms out, almost tripped
I never liked being up high above all
But I try to go past my limits
Remember to tuck and roll when I fall
The little girl afraid of heights, past tense
Wondering why this girl is on the roof
People looking out their windows, staring
Poor people, if they only knew the truth
How much it takes to be this daring
Running, jumping, soaring, fearing no more
Going on pure adernaline, Parkour
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