The rhythm circles round and round
The banjo chuckles and the fiddle cries
Through the guitar’s climbing harmonies
Our bluegrass music soars and sighs
Begin with blues of trouble, loss
The next, a freight train’s rhythmic ride
Then turn to faith and glory land
And end at the old home countryside
What other songs can lift the soul
Can sing its joy and cry its tears
To capture in one melody
Life’s hopes and sorrows, love and fears
Not all races that you win
Have cheers and fanfare at the end
Not all mountaintops you climb
Will immortalize you in time
Not all planes you learn to fly
Can write your name across the sky
Not all stories that you write
Will be best sellers overnight
For sometimes you’re the only one
Who knew the race had to be run
And it looked easy to the top
To those who couldn’t see the drop
Some planes weren’t even built til you
Had to construct them while you flew
And sometimes stories must be told
Of life on the less traveled road
So climb your mountain, run your race
Don’t worry over time or place
For each small victory’s one more stone
To build a life you call your own
What is it that is such a thrill
To rise up through gravity’s barrier
The moment of breathtaking speed
Leave earth behind and ride the air
What is it that is such a thrill
To look down from the air so high
And see the tiny earth below
To hang suspended in the sky
What is it that is such a thrill
To rise and fall, to turn and glide
Complete control in all directions
To go somewhere or just to ride
What is it that is such a thrill
To finally descend back down
To leave the surreal world of flight
And stand again on solid ground
Lines of ink on paper sheets
Are all I have to mark the trail
From me, from here, to you out there
Just a letter in the mail
You tell me snatches of your life
Some general, some in detail
I try to read between the lines
In your letter in the mail
In turn I send you bits of me
A window to my life unveil
Though all you see is through my eyes
In my letter in the mail
Maybe one day we will meet
Face-to-face complete the tale
Of stories sent across the sea
All our letters in the mail
Possibility is walking on fresh sand
Running between rain and blue sky
Letting each drop of life soak in
Smiling as the moments pass by
Possibility is dew-covered rose buds
The pristine silence of a first snow
Rapturous moments of an ocean sunrise
Intertwining of light and shadow
Possibility is embracing the unknown
Learning to live in discovery
Opening, connecting to other people
Possibility is permission to be free
