Still I ride

Splinters in my hands Dust on my knees Backyard battlefield Between the maple trees One frayed stirrup A rope for a rein A scuffed red helmet Stickered-up faith I’m riding my wooden horse I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine I'm happy so much because Still I ride, still I ride Every bruise, every scar on my skin They’re mine, they’re mine I’m riding my wooden horse I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine Neighbors shake their heads At my horse. Checkmate They say it won’t carry me It won't reach the gate Let the weight of their words Press down on my spine In my head, in my chest Every mile is mine I’m riding my wooden horse I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine I'm happy so much because Still I ride, still I ride Every bruise, every scar on my skin They’re mine, they’re mine I’m riding my wooden horse I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine