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| The Thunder Rolls As your life roles on You wonder some times When will it end? How will it end? What will happen to me? Still you press on Never giving up Even with all the doubts in this world You never give up Though some do Like the wild stallions that run the plains The thunder from your hooves forever rolls It sounds loudly thru the plains of your life Even though the weather gets stormy And the food gets scarce It never stops When your life Your plain Ends Your hooves carry you home To run for ever When it begins When your life Your plain Begins Your fresh new hooves hit the ground To begin your journey How will you run? Will you give up in the stormy weather, Or when food gets scarce? Or will you press on Always making the thunder roll Only you know Let the thunder roll By: Night Angel |
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| Crippled Angel She flew high She was strong Nothing could hold her down Nothing could hurt her Her wings stayed white and clean As did her heart Even with the evil around her She remained untarnished But now they have found her weakness They have broken her wings The very strength of them Is now beginning to fade The whiteness of them have become tarnished Her heart has become clouded The evil is beginning to seep into her skin And course thru her veins Who can save her? Who can mend her wings? Who can cleanse her heart? Who can flush her veins? What can be done With this crippled angel By: Night Angel |
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| The Biker Wind in your face The feel of the power between your legs The open road stretches out in front of you Inviting you The never ending sky line temps you The ultimate temptress You go down the stretch of road Your recognized by every one that passes you Your seen as an outlaw Your seen as a lucky individual The way you look determines your amount of respect This is the life of a biker They are seen as role models for the wild renegades of each generation Or they are seen as outlaws Ridding with no reason but to cause trouble A biker�s life depends on one of two things His bike Or his family And the one saying he lives by still rings true �Live to ride, Ride to live� By: Night Angel |
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