Forever Roaring
The roar of the engines
The cheer of the crowd
Driving by, is the Black #3
His fans screaming, out loud
He loved the crowd, he loved the drive
Dale was the reason, for the Nascar Race
He loved the speed, the dare, the win
Whether he did the deed, sneaky or full of grace
His love, for the win of the checkered flag
Was only second, to the love of friends and family
He came out every Sunday to thrill one and all
To bring children, men, women, a moment of glee
He brought fans to their feet, many times over the years
He had his good days, along with his bad
But we never dreamed, that this time
Would be a moment, for all to be sad
He was watching his son, right in front of him
Going for that big Daytona win
His heart, I am sure, was swelling with pride
As he took, what would be his last final spin
Nascar lost a moment in time, with that final lap
We lost, who truly was the man of the race
Dale Earnhardt will be missed, by many, this I know
In each of our hearts, is now an empty space
But Dale would want each of us to go on
To remember the sneaky little grin, we all know
The Black #3 engine will still roar in our hearts
And will always be the win, place or show.
r.looyen