It's ok to die if your horse hits a wall
it's ok to go if you stumble and fall.
It's accepted to die if you ride for a fee
if after the fall you can't walk or see.

It's not your decision, it isn't your choice
they don't understand, they don't hear your voice.
Don't ask them for help they don't want to give,
just ride every meeting so that they may live.

They live for racing, they live to bet
and the jockey is there to keep them from debt.
It's not up to you to decide when to go
just put up with it all and get on with the show.

He had a name like everyone else
but few will remember now he's gone to his rest.
His name is not said their thoughts are hid,
to mention him now is to say what he did.

He's only been gone for a few short weeks
and already they've started to say what he seeked.
"If he wanted the headlines he just had to ride,
a winner or two, he didn't have to die."

"How could he do that to those that he knew
how could he not think of the pain that would show?"
They don't seem to see that he couldn't see light
that darkness enveloped the strength of his might.

To speak of his name is met with a glare
a silence that threatens, it just isn't fair.
It wasn't his fault, he just couldn't think,
his mind had stopped working, he stood on the brink.

To go back in time and be there for you then,
when you needed a hand, when you needed a friend.
The thought of you there in that car in the dark
torments my head and cuts through my heart.

Still, nothing can hurt you, there'll be no more pain
the gifts that you gave will not be in vain.
Your love will live on, your memory will stay
with quiet thoughts of us all, together one day.