What i only heard is music of blowing wind and look to the endless road. There are no strangers here.Only friends we haven't met and behind every good story, there's a man who has live it. .its my desire to feel the wind in my face to overcome fear in split second's to make dust or follow some who does,Every wound bears a scar & every scar tells a story,A story that says, “I’ve been through it all & made it.Either you ride or you walk.Either you make the trail or you follow it,day's dont start like this anywhere else in the world."it's a respect that's not given but earned. A trust that's strengthened over time that makes all men brothers" as I cross rivers and mountain to search for the beauty of nature that give to us I never stop in walking..