Night Rider,

Lights, camera, action!

Our stunt driver is on a speed trail.

He is behind the steering wheel watching his life fail.

The dark night swallows his thoughts.

The miles he covered and the bridges he crossed.

There is no rear view mirror.

There is no saying Bye.

Life is like a high speed chase.

Before you know it is over and you die.

Headlights, the dashboard light and the music that’s surrounds him.

The lyrics captured his soul.

170 km’s an hour in a car he stole.

Lights, red and white flash while he passes numerous cars in front of his hellish headlights.

He has no brakes his faith is sealed.

Nothing he ever done really appealed.

The car is his domain.

The king of this kingdom just went insane.

He is racing against his thoughts and all the things he lost.

He is trying to catch up risking it at all cost.

Car is so going so fast he passed the lie he is chasing.

Does he really know what he is facing?

Headlights, the dashboard light and the music that’s surrounds him.

The lyrics captured his soul.

170 km’s an hour in a car he stole.

The 5^th gear is stuck.

90 degrees turn and he tries his luck.

His Iron horse screams and staggers.

The Tires smell and burn.

The asphalt yelling: When will you ever learn!

His kingdom in rebellion and it starts its revolt.

Panic overtakes the driver the king is assassinated.

Kingdom without king under none control.

It hits the bar and goes down the mount.

Total anarchy within the kingdom as it goes down.

Self destruct on contact.

No chance of surviving on impact.

Dreams and hopes scattered.

Kingdom and king deceased.

Will he burn forever of rest in peace?

Burning remains red white and yellow.

The Lyrics he heard stole his soul.

Now he’s burning at 400 degrees in a kingdom he stole.

P.Pieters 12-2002