What draws a man
to this kind of life
Of loud engines,
loose women
and emotional strife?
Is it the ups
Outweighing the downs?
The open feeling
of knowing no bounds?
Wind in the face,
hair streamed out behind
The highways,my engine
and nothing but time.
Dressed in my leather
And feeling free
This righteous union
my bike and me.
~~Author Unknown~~
Lord,
thank you for the open air,
the feel of wind blowing through my hair;
Just me alone upon my bike,
the thrill of freedom's what I like
To wind through country unexplored
not knowing what I'll see next Lord;
That's what I seek when off I ride,
I'm thankful that you're by my side.
If I should ride 'till morning's light,
please keep me safe throughout the night;
And when I've come to journey's end,
It's you I'll thank....protector,
Friend
*Author unknown to me but if someone knows email me and I will give credit.
