'Flying

[Evanescence™]

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

A horse's shrill whinny. A human's calm response. Amy stood by the track trying to settle Lithium down. The black brutess shook her ebon tiara. "C'mon Lith we must consentrate.." Amy scolded the big mare. The girl and horse walked onto the track. Amy mounted the baroness.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

A horse snorts. A human whispers. Amy asked the mare to walk, warming up. Soon they made their way up to a trot, a canter. The rythmatic hoof beats echoed loudly. Amy asked Lithium for more speed. Lithium pushed herself into a high speed gallop, she was racing the wind now..

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

A horse's hoof beats. A human's laugh. Lithium was now breezing. Amy smiled and laughed into the wind. The mare's whipcord was flowing behind her like a ebon banner. The girl thought Lithium could almost beat the wind at it's own game. One bad thing about racing is the stopping part, and thats how Amy felt when the finish end appeared. She asked Lithium to slow to a Gallop, Canter, Trot and down to a Walk. She hopped of the mare and walked her around...

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late