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The Final Lap by Charlotte Anselmo

A thrill was in the air that day
As the number three flashed past
Shouts and cheers rose on the wind
As his car sped by so fast.


The race had been so thrilling
The finish line just ahead
The thought did not occur to us
We'd see tragedy instead.

The final lap came all to soon
For a hero we held dear
Little did we know that day
That the end for him was near.

Our hearts are filled with sadness
Our hero had to leave
To race across the Heavens now
While we are left to grieve.

The gates of Heaven opened
His final trophy gleaming bright
He slowly gunned his engine
As he drove into the light.