My greatest gift would be to see
You smiling at my door,
But fate stepped in and now I know
I’ll see that smile no more.
Excepting in your photographs,
Or in my precious dreams,
But memories can never bring
The sound of voice, it seems.
Nor can they bring the satisfaction
Of your loving touch.
I cherish each and every day.
I’ve spent with you so much.
You faced your troubles bravely,
And how little we all knew
Just what your thoughts were day by day,
As you were going thro’
A battle long and tiring,
A battle filled with pain,
O Darling, how I wish so much
You could be well again.
My tears can never bring you back
To the handsome youth I knew,
But every day, I’ll say a prayer
That at last there’s peace for you.
Iva Lack
Dale Earnhardt had the pleasure of meeting Steve at Loudon.
Dale Earnhardt
April 29, 1951 - February 18. 2001