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