THE BIKER'S PRAYER

May the sun rise in front of me
May the rain fall behind me
May the wind follow me

May the angels of my brothers and sisters
Who have gone before me
Guard my travels
For they know the perils
Of the road ahead of me

Keep me safe through the rough city streets
On my way to the land of the swirling turns
And rolling hills

Let the eagles guide me to the mountaintops
Let the moon's light guide me
Through the night

May my tires not fail me
Nor my engine grow old
May my bike draw life
From the streams I pass

Keep my seat soft and my mind sharp
Let the air of summer breathe life
Into my soul

TO SAFELY JOURNEY TO ANOTHER ADVENTURE
BESIDE MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS . . .