"Gentlemen Start your engines" the call was heard.
The INTIMIDATOR responded without concern.
The engine roars the race begins.
The cars are tight due to the winds.
Many leaders and lead changes too.
An exciting race from any view.
Fans are cheering in the stands.
Screaming, shouting, and clapping their hands.
Each has a favorite, a hero, a dream.
That their favorite driver would hold a trophy that gleams.
Mine would be Dale, or Jr. his son.
Standing in the circle when the race was won.
I cheered for his son; Come on Jr. let's go.
Win the race and steal the show.
I watched in solice as Dale hit the wall.
I thought he was ok, not death at all.
A rude awaking was in store for me.
The news I would here on TV.
It shattered my heart along with my dream.
Of meeting Dale Earnhardt, and the rest of the team.
I sit here in silence with a tear in my eye.
Looking above for Dale in the sky.
One thing that's hard for me to say,
Thank God Heaven's gate was only a turn away.........
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