It's a way of life, forever two wheels, these riders
ride for the charity and the lifestyle that it yields.
Watch them ride in formation, see the patches that
they wear, life devoted to their brothers, will die for
fair.
The freedom the ride brings you, like an eagle
in it's flight, soaring over the canyons, without an
ending in sight. Take the scream of the eagle, twist
of power in his hands, if Jesus had a Harley, would
be no footprints in the sand.
The long hair of the rider, speed of death grip in
his hands, Jesse James was an outlaw, robbed all the
banks of the land. A dedication to the brotherhood,
just a ride for the cause, a clubhouse full of family,
live and die by their laws.
First thing in the morning and ride through the
night, would trade in his love life, if it came between
him and his bike. Bikes natural feel to the outlaw, like
an ocean and it's tide, would die for the meaning, but
he lives just to ride. ~VeepLee~
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