Sta.sh
Some of the days they go so fast,
When you next look the leaves blow past.
The year has gone,
And all the racing now done.
Heading into twilight hours.
Put to bed all the horse powers.
Waiting until spring comes around,
Then unleashed on tracks they will astound.
But this is where he jumps the train.
Stay away because he's slain.
His inside clock says he is first class,
And now his family don't come last.
He has that look upon his face,
When he's staring into outer space.
He's know he would not improve no more.
So he took the back of the room door.
His trophies testament to his success.
No one will say a word to protest.
His fighting days full of war.
Now the history books will be filled once more.
He looks upon his last trophy in hate.
Lets all his anger go to waste.
It was his time and time is short.
He'll teach his girl to drive in the sport.
And as she grows into her years,
He'll try to hide all his fears.
Take pride as the century turns,
For now she's young and she only yearns.
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