RIP Paul Walker
Beautiful soul, living the dream
That is I, that is I.
Determined and humble I shall be,
Fearless at the front line, fighting to the very end
If I turn out a fallen soldier,weep not because I was gallant.
Seasons come and go, I pray lest tomorrow pulls out a wildcard,
So may my smile be my parting gift
If my calling is a moment’s notice away
Calm your swollen lids, and bellow out thoughts of admiration
If I turn out, a fallen soldier, weep not because I played my part well.
Free-spirited I am, Yes I am,
Grace is twice as abundant as the adrenalin pumping
The halt may be today, the green-light may never again flash,
Happenings unforeseen, but the baton of amity I firmly grasp
If I turn out a fallen soldier, weep not because I fought a good fight