The wind is getting harder and harder
the grass is starting to whip across my face
as i try to keep my hands on my eyes
stickes and stones are starting to give me cuts and bruises
but i cant feel the pain
my hair is all over the place
but i dont care
i hear my family cheering for me faintly
getting further and further away
i am starting to reach the bottom
but when i do, i know im going to do this again
