Wind whipping at my face,
Knees burning as my bike’s pedals race.
My short blue hair flying around,
My spirit was lost but that’s what I’ve found.
Pushing, pushing myself up the hill,
Finding all my strength and goodwill.
At the top my courage rages,
Finally the last of stages.
Dashing down the mountain of road,
It feels my life is a lighter load.
Splashing up puddles in the middle of the street,
Don’t care if I’m dirty I’ll never retreat.