He Rode Into the Fire - Raw Country Rock Grit and Harley Pipes
My dear Soupers,
I’ll be taking a break from Poetry Soup for a while, focusing more on my videography and song writing and composing. My YouTube channel, Poetic Rhythms, is keeping me busier than ever plus our family business also needs more of my time right now, so this will likely be my last post here for some time.
That said, you can still find me on YouTube — many of you are already there — where I’ll continue sharing my music and poetry. My latest video is –
“He Rode Into the Fire – Raw Country Rock Grit & Harley Pipes”
I’d love for you to experience it.
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Maria
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He Rode Into the Fire Raw Country Rock Grit & Harley Pipes
HE RODE INTO THE FIRE is a raw Country Rock video filled with grit, Harley pipes, and the adrenaline-charged fusion of Raw Country Rock grit and power — driven by pedal steel intensity, thundering drums, upright bass, and haunting guitar riffs. Gritty male vocals and chorus echo the life of a young man who joins a biker club, chasing freedom.
Experience the roar of Harley pipes, burning rubber, and steel-toe truths. This story, rich in metaphor, rides through brotherhood, betrayal, and redemption — until he finally roars into the distance, leaving behind a thought-provoking echo.
LYRICS
He was just a kid with the throttle tight,
Burnin' roads in the dead of night.
No plan, No patch, just a rebel ride,
Chasin’ something he couldn’t define.
But the chrome and noise turned to calls and codes,
Brotherhood born on a broken road.
He rode into the fire, (he rode into the fire)
No fear, no second guess.
From Harley pipes to battle cries,
He wore that leather like a vest. (Yeah yeah)
Lost the boy, found the brawler,
In the heat of men and war —
He rode into the fire, (Into the fire)
And he don’t ride blind no more.
Figure eights and fist-fuelled nights,
Steel-toe truths and club house rites.
Took the hits, never lost his feet,
But loyalty cuts deeper than defeat.
He wasn't born for war, but the world had plans,
A scared young heart in a made man’s stance.
He rode into the fire, (he rode into the fire)
No fear, no second guess.
From Harley pipes to battle cries,
He wore that leather like a vest. (Yeah yeah)
Lost the boy, found the brawler,
In the heat of men and war —
He rode into the fire, (Into the fire)
And he don’t ride blind no more.
And he thought it was brotherhood,
Till the knives came out. (came out came out)
And he stood there bleedin’,
But never backed down. (backed down down down)
He rode into the fire,
Chasing something he could feel. (could feel)
Now he knows the heat don’t lie, (don’t lie)
But the truth? That s--t heals.
Lost the boy, found the brawler,
Now he walks a wiser road —
He rode into the fire, (into the fire)
But he never sold his soul.
But he never sold his soul.
Copyright ©
Maria Williams
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