A fear, a pain; she tries to fight
Needles every day she has to accept
Blinding light from radiation
Through her skin it has crept.
Does anyone know the fear and pain she feels today,
“Please dear God, please God take it away.”
Does anyone know, do the people really care?
100’s die each year, the numbers too much to bear.
BFC Riders will never leave the fight,
In numbers and love we have the might.
We cannot cure; we can only work for the kids
But we can bring a smile, love and laughter, it exceeds all other bids.
So to you my Brothers and Sisters as we ride down the road,