Hunks | Harley | Marshall and Mick | Curt

Harley





With eyes closed tightly,
I march so blindly.
Pretending everything's fine,
'Cause you're there to keep me in line.
I want your guidance,
I'll break my silence.
So sick of asking and being denied and now I realize.

We're holding the key, to unlock our destiny,
We were born to lead.
We're finally free, no longer following,
We were born to lead...