This page is dedicated to my sweet friend and the loss of his scooter....
Hearts of fire, streets of stone
Modern warriors, saddle iron horses of chrome
Taste the wild, lick the wind
Like something they never saw before, their jaws dropping to the floor
Steel made of soul and sin
Rebels born without a care
And the day he listens
Only to fly where eagles dare
And the night she whispers
Ride the wind never coming back again
Until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind never coming back again
Until I touch the midnight sun
Painted flesh, loyalty
Humble pride, just as far as the eye can see
Stories told, to old friends
Of battle scars and lonely bars, and nights the rain wouldn't end
Here's to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles
And the day he listens
Here's to lovely ladies and a million miles
And the night she whispers
Ride the wind never coming back again
Until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind never coming back again
Until I touch the midnight sun
Of all the truths and lies
And stories of riders in the sky
They say only the bravest try
Where eagles and angels dare to fly
Ride the wind never coming back again
Until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind never coming back again
Until I touch the midnight sun
I know you're a big believer in fate.
So I hope fate treats you kindly,
brings you to where you want to be in life,
and makes you a better person because of where you've already been.
Good luck, best wishes, and may your angels always be with you my friend.
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Hey!!! Check out Buttercup's Scooter!!!
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