It was a day of sunny spring,
in Italy last year,
when everything turned up-side-down;
a life was cut too short.

Dear race,
I thought there was a deal;
you'd never do them harm.
Yet you broke the deal that day,
took a life away.

I wonder, still today,
did it happen so?
One brief moment that was all,
to cause this tragedy.

A bike rider
that was his job,
it wasn't what he was.

He was a son,
and a brother.
He was a friend,
and a lover.
He was a father-to-be.

It far was too soon he passed away,
and never forgotten will he be.