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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Verse 1 My second set of wheels was sunshine yellow, Folded in the middle like a secret I could hold, Scratches on the frame told stories of the miles, Of a kid chasing freedom on suburban roads. Verse 2 We'd ride to that hotel when the heat got mean, Sneaking ice from a humming silver machine, Cold cubes in our hands, laughing like thieves, Cooling down our dreams in July’s thick breeze. Verse 3 When the ice ran out and the machine was dry, We didn't care, we never asked why, Turned that garden hose till the water ran free, Warm as the day but sweet as could be. Laughing in the sunlight, dirt on our feet, Simple little moments made life feel complete. Chorus We rode like we owned every cracked back street, Kings and queens on two-wheel seats, No license, no fear, just dust and sky, Pedal down hard, let the summer fly. Those handlebars carried who we'd be, Long before life caught up with me, On that yellow bike I learned to be free. Verse 4 Parents working late, we were on our own, Sidewalks and streetlights were the world we roamed, Racing for glory at the end of the block, Talking big dreams around a four-way stop. Verse 5 Chrome and cards in spokes sounding loud and proud, Every bike was built to stand out in the crowd, We measured our worth by how fast we could go, And who had the most badass ride on the road. Bridge Funny how time rides faster than a kid can see, One day you're racing, next day it's memories, But somewhere inside that younger me still rides, On a yellow bike that time can't hide. Final Chorus We rode like we owned every broken lane, Through joy and scraped up knees and pain, Life was simple in that summer heat, Freedom was two tires under my feet. If I could go back that's where I'd be, Just a Gen-X kid with a wild heart free, On that yellow bike still riding in me.
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