Wind flowing through my hair,
The breeze cupping my face,
The ground strong and steady,
Skating from place to place,
On my wooden longboard
with colour like an oak tree,
On my trusy longboard,
Here, I am truly free.
Wind flowing through my hair,
The breeze cupping my face,
The ground strong and steady,
Skating from place to place,
On my wooden longboard
with colour like an oak tree,
On my trusy longboard,
Here, I am truly free.