I sing of NASCAR electric,
The cars speeding past, as bullets,
They circle around the track,
And make a beeline for the finish.
The seasons that brought such joy,
Have suddenly turned to sorrow,
Like a child longing for his mother,
So I long to regress in time.
Could it be possible to undo what has been done?
Could I save the four drivers now departed from
this world?
I would stop Adam from getting in that car,
I would warn Kenny of the eminent danger,
I would make Tony's truck much safer,
I would end Dale's last Daytona 500 a lap earlier.
These drivers, now gone,
Have left such a void in many a fans' hearts,
And as a wife embraces her husband,
So I wish to embrace these four men,
Who dedicated their lives to racing,
Who knew no other life.
To the fans, these four, along with every other
driver deceased,
Will live on forever.
And in every race that is run, every season completed,
The drivers in Heaven will be watching and protecting the racers,
As they compete on an infinite stretch of asphalt,
While we move on, in respectful remembrance always,
Of the drivers in Heaven.
~Alyssa Lang, site webmaster~
