

My Best Friend has died
and I've cried
and the tears have spilled
on his grave
I must be brave
His shadow will never
find its home
because his spirit
on a motorcycle roams
And when I need
his smile
he will ride
many a mile
To my side
His soul will
listen to my voice
and his heart
will guide my choice
of love and life
And when I hear
that sound
like a bike
that roars through town
I'll smile
and I've cried
and the tears have spilled
on his grave
I must be brave
His shadow will never
find its home
because his spirit
on a motorcycle roams
And when I need
his smile
he will ride
many a mile
To my side
His soul will
listen to my voice
and his heart
will guide my choice
of love and life
And when I hear
that sound
like a bike
that roars through town
I'll smile







October 17, 2008