PEACE
Darling Steve
PROUD FATHER
Shellie Leigh & Lacey Sherrie
PROUD GRANDFATHER
Rheo & Azahara
WE LOVE YOU
May the warm winds of heaven & hell
Gently blow through your day.
May the spirit of peace, love and sunshine
Light your path along the way. | | Pride & Joy Pride and joy of shining chrome
The Mirror polish I find at home
Spanners or wrench and gallons of oil
The proud results of hours of toil
Sunny days on the open road
Wind in my hair the traffic slowed
Freedom to move the Trike does weave
Encebras top hell these roads I leave
Mountain pass and clear blue sky
Heart of steel my wing does fly
Saddle bags and camping gear
Symphonic pipes are all I hear
Destination is unknown
Miles and miles this Trike has flown
Pride and joy the Biker’s toot
Hell bound you hear my wing
This the last time I made it home.
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Rainbow in my Heart Don’t grieve for me, for now I am free,
Rainbow in my Heart, for all to see
Angel in white she holds my hand,
The loving smile, I hear the band
I took her hand when I heard the call,
I savored much, I am sorry I have to leave you all.
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Don’t’ grieve for me, for now I am free,
Rainbow over my head, for all to see
Do not be sad with undue grief,
With hearts of love, it’s a great relief
Do not be sad with undue sorrow
I only wish you all the sunshine tomorrow.
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Don’t grieve for me, for now I am free,
Rainbows fill this room, for all to see
Life was good, I cannot complain,
Just smile and walk with me in the rain
Never to say goodbye, sweet sorrow it brings,
Always in your hearts, the warrior soul sings.
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Don’t grieve for me, for now I am free,
Rainbow in the sky, for all to see
My family, my friends, I too will miss,
Time is just a drop in the ocean, heavens bliss
So don’t grieve for me, this is the way it has to be
The Rainbows are in our hearts, to always remember me. +
FUCKING HELL MY MAM & LENA’S HERE
THEY ARE MAKING ME PLAY FUCKING BINGO
AND TAKING ALL THERE FUCKING MATE’S
FOR FUCKING TRIKE RIDE’S
IT’S NOT A FUCKING SHOPPING
TROLLY YOUR DAD’S LIFE WAS VERY FULL, | | The Leather Jacket It is not just a jacket that hangs with pride,
It is my second skin every time I ride
It is not just a jacket to humbly wear
It goes with my bike, year after year
Not just a jacket of silver and black
It is the patch I proudly wear upon my back
It is my Leather jacket and it is part of who I am.
Peace on the Road
The hours I slaved, the sleepless nights,
To cruise the road in luminous lights
Black cloud behind me my life is cheery,
Sixteen more miles my eyes are weary
Open the throttle with rigid leather glove.
Roar of hot pipes, blue thunder above
Alone with my thoughts, eternally more
Key in my pocket, to fit a locked door
Awaken sleeping souls my motor will rumble
Depth of the night the sweet smiles do mumble
Burdens forgotten, my saddle bags I unload
Heart of polished steel, I find Peace on the Road |
