They say life is a highway and we all travel our own roads, some good, some bad, yet each is a blessing of its own.

This long ride is the blood my heart bleeds...

It's the ride of life the journey from here to there living and loving every moment like we have none to spare.

All my life I've always come back to one thing,
my need to feel free and the need to feel the breeze,
the ride provides a freedom this gypsy needs,
where every road is another blessed memory,
a new experience to carry inside my journey,
a sense of belonging to a familiar tribe,
a brotherhood that goes beyond a bloodline.

It's all part of my spirituality,
as the wind softly kisses my face,
and the world travels beneath me.

The road never ends ... only our vision does.