18 May 2012
This is the tale of a poor soul Born in '93 Got his licence at 17 Thought he was now free
He had big dreams, big hopes, small fears A life of love awaited He never knew that life's a thread That's delicately weighted
And so he took great risks, to him His future was afar He stretched that thread to breaking point And one night took his car
Speeding, driving recklessly Spun into a tree All his dreams were snatched away Tears for what could be
Now that he's gone, his dreams are too His family torn apart Broken threads and broken wishes A parent's broken heart.
Boy Racer • Opuss № I