What if you could get up
in the morning before the stars had set
And the sunrise was a
thing upon which you could place a bet
Will the clouds be there?
Will they turn pink or orange or red?
will the sky just turn from gray to pale blue instead?
If you could bet upon the
sunrise while the others slept right through it
The odds will be in your
favor, question is, will you do it?
If you could saddle up a
horse when it just starts getting light
And felt his shoulder
quiver when you cinch the cinches tight
Knowing that he’s
nervous you use a soothing voice
But he’s acting like
this ride ahead ain’t actually his choice
Will the boogers he
imagines go away or come to haunt you
You can step aboard and
find out, question is, do you want to?
If you could ride up rocky
ridges where falling’s a disaster
Would you take it all in
stride or would your heart start beating faster?
Will you step off and lead
to avoid the fall and pain you dread?
Or will you give the horse
his head and trust he will not fall instead?
Will you mask your fears,
and then hope that he will buy it?
No one knows of course
until the day they really try it
What if Life and riding
were like betting on the sunrise
Would you bet upon
yourself knowing sure you’d win the prize?
Would you wake before the
dawn so eager for what’s to come
The joys, the risks, the
beauty, in another rising of the sun?
When Life throws you rocky
ridges will you ride out confident and meet it?
When the day begins with
hope will you be there just to greet it?