The sputtering spatter of raindrops on back streets
Ricochet up in assault from the concrete.
Their piercing attack grazes cheek, pummels knuckles.
I am wild and free- it is they who will buckle
As I rumble on, riding fearless and free.
Just a boy on my dragon, my bike. Look at me.
I am dauntless. I’m daring. A streak in the night
Not yielding to hailstorms of thunderous fight.
I ride my own thunder, the mocker of quaking.
I cannot retreat, though the highway is shaking.
I still rumble on, riding fearless and free
On my missile, my bike. Will you respect me?