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RIDING FREE
by John Yeo
Wherever you are now you will always be free.
There was never a measure that could standardise you
Unique precious things are hard to define.
Little girls play with dolls remember.
You broke the mould when you stepped out of line.
Taking your place in this life.
A motorcycle roaring beneath you, travelling along life's road.
A girl,on a motorcycle, the wind flowing free,
A fighter, as free as a bird.
Following your instincts,
Weaving in and out,
Overtaking with ease
The obstacles life threw at you.
When cruel fate intervened with a serious blow,
You picked yourself up again and again.
Laughing in the face of reality,
Always following your personal dream.
The end of the road wasn't signposted
You always refused to give up,
Until your last breath was breathed.
Wherever you are now you will always be free.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
by John Yeo
Wherever you are now you will always be free.
There was never a measure that could standardise you
Unique precious things are hard to define.
Little girls play with dolls remember.
You broke the mould when you stepped out of line.
Taking your place in this life.
A motorcycle roaring beneath you, travelling along life's road.
A girl,on a motorcycle, the wind flowing free,
A fighter, as free as a bird.
Following your instincts,
Weaving in and out,
Overtaking with ease
The obstacles life threw at you.
When cruel fate intervened with a serious blow,
You picked yourself up again and again.
Laughing in the face of reality,
Always following your personal dream.
The end of the road wasn't signposted
You always refused to give up,
Until your last breath was breathed.
Wherever you are now you will always be free.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
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