Renegade

Grew up in a tiny town

Worked his way up from the ground

In the capital he met his wife

Had three kids in the city life

He rose above the shining lights

Roared through streets on motorbikes

Never wore any fancy clothes

But blue jeans, he loved the most

Led biker gangs with his tattoos

Ponytail and a mustache too

Was first to dance and last to leave

And now he’s gone and I’m in disbelief

How can this be true?

He was a renegade!

And the roads he paved

Were built in his own charming ways

And I’m so sorry I never took the time to say:

“I love you, and thank you

For making me who I am today.”

With a Harley Davidson belt buckle

Built a kingdom from the rubble

In eighty years the things you’ve seen

Among the gems of evergreen. Evergreen!

Eight grandkids across the globe

Yearned to reunite our home

I wish we made that dream come true

Because home is empty without you

Home is empty without you!

You were a renegade!

And the roads you paved

Were built in your own charming ways

And I’m so sorry I never took the chance to say:

“I love you, and thank you

For making me who I am today.”

I grew my hair out long for you

I learned to love the stage from you

I wish I had more time with you

Because home is empty without you

I love you

And thank you

For making me who I am