Tires grip, engines roar,
Dust kicks up, spirits soar.
Mud splatters, throttle hard,
Stunt riders, in the yard.
Roar, roar, across the dirt,
Fly, fly, where thrill converts.
Engines scream in wild embrace,
Moto hearts, the speed we chase.
Ramps await, fears to face,
In the air, our perfect place.
Twist and turn, defy gravity,
In our world, we're free to be.
Roar, roar, across the dirt,
Fly, fly, where thrill converts.
Engines scream in wild embrace,
Moto hearts, the speed we chase.
Metal beasts beneath our legs,
Tracks carved out, no need for begs.
Push the limits, break the bounds,
In the roar, our pulse resounds.
Under helmets, eyes alight,
Every jump a rider's flight.
Mud and sweat, blend as one,
Until the set of sun.
Crowds cheer, the stunts grow wild,
Each move sharp, no longer mild.
Conquer fears, own the game,
Motocross, our claim to fame.
Roar, roar, across the dirt,
Fly, fly, where thrill converts.
Engines scream in wild embrace,
Moto hearts, the speed we chase.
Evening falls, engines cool,
Stories told, of bold and fool.
Gather round, share the lore,
Ready soon to roar once more.
Gasoline courses through our veins,
Adrenaline, no need for reins.
Tomorrow calls for another ride,
On our bikes, with unabashed pride.
Roar, roar, across the dirt,
Fly, fly, where thrill converts.
Engines scream in wild embrace,
Moto hearts, the speed we chase.
As the dust settles, quiet returns,
But in our hearts, the fire still burns.
Tomorrow, again, we'll claim the air,
Dirt and roar, forever we dare.