Chase the Wind

BALSAM, LEE, PHILIP BALSAM, DENNIS BEYNON LEE

Sometimes when I'm dreaming,
Of a special secret place,
I love inside of me,
Hiding me.

Then I get the feeling,
There's a different me appearing,
And it's time to be,
More than me.

I can chase the wind.
I can race the rain.
I can trace the track a flash
of lightning makes and
make it flash again.

I can taste the sun.
I can taste the sky.
I can taste the world that
races by me as my heart begins to fly.
I can chase the wind.

Sometimes there's a part of me,
That wells up in the heart of me,
And wants to fly.
Fly up high.

When I feel the feeling start,
I let it take me from the heart,
And by and by,
I can fly.

I can chase the wind
I can chase the wind
I can race the rain
I can race the rain.

I can trace the track a flash of lighting makes
and make it flash again

I can taste the sun
I can taste the sun.
I can taste the sky
I can taste the sky

I can taste the world that races by me as my heart begins to fly.

I can chase the wind
I can chase the wind
I can chase the wind
I can chase the wind
I can chase the wind.

Cynthia Erivo