A friend wanted me to re-post this. I dont like a lot of stuff I write. . .this one was an exception. Here you go Bren. Thanks for asking. AWAY… 12/05/2012 by Dirk Dykstra Away I must, Away I trust. . . . Away and into dawn. Away I must, if I stay I rust Away and ever on. Away I go, away I ride Into a new sunrise Away I am, away Ive gone Im free and have no ties. Away, afar, again away A man without a home. Away , afar again away What makes the need to roam? Away from all whom I hold dear, Away with her, my bride. The road, the wind, the soaring bird In nature I can hide. Away Ive gone and travelled on For weeks and months and years. Ive searched and ran, and ran and searched. . . Thru wind, rain, sun and tears. I love the road, sun, wind and men Whom I have come to know. And I have always wondered when And where that I was meant to go. Away Ive gone into the dawn, Down many a different turn Ive tried some good. . . and some bad too. Its been a lot to learn. I oft have thought that in the end. Id find a place to settle. For weary, tired and lonely men Cannot go on like cattle. A womans love can hold a man. Deep within his mind. Hell move heaven and earth to be with her. To her his soul he binds. A woman does not understand What makes a man to roam. A woman needs to have her things. She needs to have a home. For this to them is same to man. It feeds the need within. Instead of chasing all without, She simply looks within. And so you see why some men roam Tis those who never learn That round the hearth and heart of home Is that for which they yearn. Yet now you also may have seen As in these words you rest, that there are ladies suited too, To the life that men love best. They roam and ride and hold our hearts Forever in their eyes Because they understand and know Without the wind we dye. So heres to them where ere they are The women who we hold dear The ones whove chosen riders and rogues And love us, far or near. Away, away, away they ride A vision to be seen The bike, the chrome and leather the roar of the machine The man, the woman and the road The sun, the moon, the stars The music, tattoos and the freaks And lets not forget the bars!! Away, away and on. . . away They two have found the key At home or afar When together they are Then they are truly free.
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