Today there were so many
Red eyes
Tear streaked faces
Loose sobs
And tight embraces
He died too young
He was only a kid
He was just riding
He loved to ride
People wonder
How'd he die?
The rumors fly
Flyers with his face
And a message
Ride with the Angels
We love you
There's so much heartache
And unanswered questions
Live each day
Because it could be your last
It was his.