The sight to
the open roads,
And a two
wheeler upon it,
A wish to
fly swift like a bird,
And forever
be like that.
Live free,
die Young.
The charm of
a lovely lady,
With she leaning
upon me,
Walking towards
unknown lanes,
Without the
fear of getting lost in them.
Live free,
die Young.
The company
of like-minded’s,
And their
pleas to break rules,
To be a
revolutionary by heart,
To walk with
our boots on across the dirt.
Live free,
die Young.
To seek for
freedom in the air,
To act like
a fighter, today and forever,
To live
young although I have lived for decades,
To live free
is the only urge.
Live free,
die Young.
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