Timothy Scott Myers
December 8, 1970- December 27, 2015

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So Long, Old Friend

The gypsy wind, it called your name,
No time to say good-bye.
You left us here alone, old friend,
To take your final ride.

The world it couldn't tame your soul,
You lived your life with pride.
Now you soar free - like the crow,
You're on your final ride.

Your memory won't fade, old friend,
We'll hold you deep inside.
We'd come with you if, we only could,
Upon your final ride.

It's time to say so long, old friend,
As you take your final ride.
We'll keep you with us in our hearts,
If not riding by our side.