Free Spirits - by Filipy Cardoso

Riding down the highway, wind in my hair,
Leaving all my troubles, don't have a care.
The open road's my home, the sky my guide,
With my brothers by my side, we'll never hide.

They can call us vagabonds, but we’re free spirits,
Roaming through the night, can you hear it?
Our engines roar like thunder, hearts ablaze,
In the world’s vast wonder, we find our ways.

Tattoos tell the stories, scars and broken bones,
Every mile a memory, the road our throne.
Through the desert and the mountains, rain and shine,
We embrace the journey, living on borrowed time.

They can call us vagabonds, but we’re free spirits,
Roaming through the night, can you hear it?
Our engines roar like thunder, hearts ablaze,
In the world’s vast wonder, we find our ways.

No chains can bind us, no walls confine,
We’re the kings of the asphalt, forever on the line.
With the stars above us, and the road ahead,
We'll ride until the end, until the last word's said.

They can call us vagabonds, but we’re free spirits,
Roaming through the night, can you hear it?
Our engines roar like thunder, hearts ablaze,
In the world’s vast wonder, we find our ways.

So here’s to the journey, here’s to the ride,
With the freedom of the highway, and the open skies.
They can call us what they want, but we’ll never fall,
'Cause we’re free spirits, and we heed the call.