The Rink
Every day is like a child awakening
To the presents of the light
To hold and unfold
Diamonds of black gold
Every roller skating heart is quickening
Gliding in the black light
Poetry on wheels
Head over heels
Waiting for the Black Knight
To shine his light (Outside)
To make it right
(They're itching for a fight)
Waiting for the Black Knight
In faith we roll into our own
Spinning out of daily bi-polarity
Witnessing the Black Knight
Conquer reality
Fooling gravity
White Raven takes the flight
Comes spiraling
Into a kamikaze dive
The rink is ablaze
The rink is amazed
Waiting for the Black Knight
To shine his light (Outside)
To make it right
(They're itching for a fight)
Waiting for the Black Knight
In faith we roll into our own
In faith we roll into our own