Over the years Tracy has had his shareOf sadness, sorrow and griefFriends, family, those he held dearWhose time in this life was too briefHe knew all to well, sometimes the final bellWas rung before the fight should have endedNothing to do, but begin show and tellWith the memories of those subscriptions suspendedFreedoms sense of joy is usually destroyedWith the realization of suffering and painBut at this moment he’s a boy playing with a favorite toyKnowing today death declined to receive gain.
Over the years Tracy has had his shareOf sadness, sorrow and griefFriends, family, those he held dearWhose time in this life was too briefHe knew all to well, sometimes the final bellWas rung before the fight should have endedNothing to do, but begin show and tellWith the memories of those subscriptions suspendedFreedoms sense of joy is usually destroyedWith the realization of suffering and painBut at this moment he’s a boy playing with a favorite toyKnowing today death declined to receive gain.