It feels like something

I wanna be there when the horses are running
I wanna see your smiling face in the morning
I wanna be there when you wake up, wake up  
I wanna hear you when you call me  
Now will you call me?

My hands are tired, my weary soul
The hard lessons, i took them in just to let them go
And it feels like i’m closer, a peasant parading next to the crown  
And i’m touching the sky but i can’t seem to lift my feet of the ground

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