When I was little my Dad took me to the park. He watched me go in circles as hours ticked by. The Wind singing as my pedals spun, Mother natures gospel. Sunny day, Rain began to pour as time swept by. The sky cleared up as birds rushed on. I looked up, Beautiful rainbow, Gift from heaven. My Dads hand holding mine, I told him I had a dream. One day I'll find that rainbow and I'll ride my bike over the clouds. And I wanted to see whats on the end of that rocky road. My dad turned to me, Promised me where ever I go, He'll always be there to catch me. My dreams will live on.
