In the heart of Ghent, where the streets are old,
Lives a taxi driver, brave and bold.
With a family to feed, he works the night,
Through the fog and the dark, he's out of sight.
Driving through the city, under the moon's pale light,
Every fare he takes, every turn he fights.
For his kids at home, he'll risk it all,
The Gent taxi driver, standing tall.
From dawn till dusk, from dusk till dawn,
He's on the road, his spirit strong.
The meter ticks, the kilometers they roll,
His story's one of an unsung soul.
Driving through the city, under the moon's pale light,
Every fare he takes, every turn he fights.
For his kids at home, he'll risk it all,
The Gent taxi driver, standing tall.
When the night grows long, and shadows creep,
He sees the dangers, but he won't sleep.
For every ride, there's a tale to tell,
Of a man who's fighting, fighting to dwell.
He knows the risks, he feels the fear,
But his family's love, it keeps him here.
Through rain or shine, he'll never stop,
For them, he'll drive, he'll never drop.
Driving through the city, under the moon's pale light,
Every fare he takes, every turn he fights.
For his kids at home, he'll risk it all,
The Gent taxi driver, standing tall.
So here's to the driver, the unsung hero,
In Ghent's old streets, where legends grow.
He drives for life, for love, for more,
The taxi driver, forever lore.