Riding on four wheels
Is the most amazing thing
The wind hits your face
As the engine starts to sing.

Flying in the air
Then hitting the ground
Its the glory that you feel
And the impulse that you found.

Confidence builds up inside
Your hands are in control
Feeling a burning desire
Deep within your soul.

Theres bruises on your knees
You take a certain side
The greatest sport around
And it keeps you forever, alive.

Gravity holds you down
All you do is push
The scars on your arms
From a crash in a bush.

Your a known survivor
All you do is ride
Its a lifestyle not a hobby
And you take in your pride.

Is it pride or is it glory?
Or the feeling of speed?
The noise or the fear?
Or simply the fact to lead?