Stomach sinking, my feet are off the ground,
a moment of eternity suspended in the breeze.
Until I descend towards the ground,
in, come down and crash straight into your lungs.
There's a chamber of glass that you put in my mind
and I find it real hard to control sometimes,
but I shallow my breath, I withdraw my tongue.
Every gallop leads to a change in pace,
every change leads to leap of faith.
Give me the strength to face this.
Adrenaline, it can be so cruel,
can you feel it in your heart it's defeating you.
Every change leads to a leap of faith.
My feet are desperately taking these steps
that I then retrace, and my blood it raced like stallions.

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