Woodward and 8 Mile

Roaring steed of metal grace,

Thrumming heart, in open space,

Engine’s song, a fiery embrace,

On the road, a wild chase.

Gleaming beast, chrome and steel,

Freedom’s call, it does reveal,

Through the wind, it takes the wheel,

Infinite horizon, it does zeal.

Rider’s spirit, merged and one,

Rides the wind, a blazing sun,

Asphalt ribbon, unfurled and spun,

Adventure’s tale, forever spun.

Leather whispers tales of speed,

Twisting curves, a planted seed,

Echoes of thunder, a fiery creed,

In the night, it takes the lead.

Painted trails on the canvas of night,

Silent dreams, taking flight,

Under moon’s glow, a mystic sight,

Guided by stars, burning bright.

An emblem of rebellion and desire,

In the throttle’s surge, it finds its fire,

Roaming wild, never to tire,

A soul set free, in perpetual mire.