Freedom on my bike
To feel the wind on my face
Riding the open road
Leaving behind no trace
Freedom on my bike
Seeing the trees in their bloom
Smelling country gardens
Riding morning till noon
Freedom on my bike
With a passion to ride
Under the sun, under the moon
With the wind at my side
Freedom on my bike
To do what I feel
To do what I like.
C. Vergara
08.29.2007
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