I have seen them come and go.

I hear myself saying I told you so.

But you have changed my mind.

I see your heart goes deep inside.

I met a man, better then good.

Who thought that freedom should be understood.

A heart wrapped in buckels and leather.

With a soul as pure as white feathers.

With brothers that never let go.

With hearts as big as his I know.

Your all amazing, There you stood.

Holding together your brotherhood.

Never to waver until thee end.

Standing there like true friends.

Not friends, but a brothers.

With hearts like yours there is no other.

Your bond is true and ever lasting.

Even with each untimely passing.



To The New Breed Motor Cycle Brotherhood



Love,

Elysia Michelle Washburn