Soaring freely over jumps
Whipping through roaring obstacles
Up ahead is the elegant blue, yellow, and red
Will you spook out and run? Or will you go for it.
Seconds to make your choice, are you riding for love or for fate?
Riding should be of passion between the rider and horse
If that is alive the passion should definitely take its long journey of a course
One only leading to your own victory, victory of success
Non the less, fear should never override you
Tighten your legs, heels down, now two-point to your target
The whip is only there for momentum and persistence
Don't over use or you may get resistance
Walk, trot, Gallop
Ignore the flowers is what you whisper to your companion beneath you
Their nothing but a decoration, a figment In your mind that means nothing
Fans in the stands to cheer and yell
Your so free like an angel, defiantly not from hell
But sent from above to perform beautiful movements
There's a loud bell ringing in your ear
Its time to start soaring my dear.