®We “Never Give Up”
A CHILD CRYS IN THE NIGHT
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,
Remember everything we do lessens the load.
Love all of you for what you do.
Patrick “Chemo” BFC
“Never Give Up”
Remember Ray, Brianna, Chelsey and all the others who have fought so bravely.
A TEAR ON THE CHEEK
She awoke this morning, a tear on her cheek,
Since her hair fell out, the kids treat her like a freak.
School is tough, the stares and comments,
It haunts her at night, the constant torment.
But this weekend there’s something she can’t wait to see,
Dozens of bikers, “I can’t believe it, their coming to see me”
Some are rough around the edges and kind of old,
But beneath the tough exterior they have hearts of gold.
They have become like family these true free riders of the road,
She loves them all, even the one they call Toad.
Some kids are healthy, a rich mom and dad,
Able to buy what is ever the current fad.
But she wouldn’t trade the love she gets from these men and women young and old,
For when she beats these enemies she too will ride free down the road.
Helping other children with a tear on their cheek,
Loving them all every day of the week.
BFC RIDERS
We ride in the rain and snow
Helping families we hardly know
But in our hearts they are friends indeed
For a smile and a hug, that’s what they really need
Some will grow up to ride by our side
Some didn’t make it, they are on that eternal ride.
To a place where the sun shines every day
With God by their side they have found a new way.
The BFC continues its fight
For what we all know is right
Helping all who need us in their time of pain
We will always be there, a light in the rain.
Brothers and sisters of the BFC will continue to fight
Through good and bad we know we are right
Wear your patch proudly as you ride down the road
One child’s smile will lesson the load
CHELSEY
Chelsey, you are always on our mind,
A braver girl we will never find.
As the rain hits our face on this long Sturgis ride,
You will be there with us, always by our side.
Every stop we make we will spread the word of your fight.
We will have thousands of prayers for you every single night.
So as you fight your battle with your family by your side,
Thinking of you will lessen the aches and pains of this ride.
The love we feel for you is something that will never lack,
For remember girl, we’ll always have your back.
In memory of Chelsey Ebert
A BFC Member and Friend
Looking out the window at the rain,
She daydreams about a field of grain.
The long shoots swaying in the wind,
She thought of the warmth of the sun and grinned.
Then she turned to look around,
And other children is what she found.
Some were sleeping, others just stared,
The newer ones were really really scared.
Many of them had lost their hair,
But after a while you really don’t care.
Feeling sick is what bothers her most,
She can’t play like before, beat the boys and boast.
And then in the distance she hears motors roar,
Again she grins widely, puts her feet to the floor.
B.F.C. has returned as they promised they would,
To deliver items of need which is all very good.
Chapstick and phone card bowls are running low,
But again they are here and those bowls will overflow.
As the bikers walk in,
All the children do grin.
Emotions are mixed as we all come together,
Some children are gone, some are a lot better.
The tears they do flow,
But her love for these bikers continues to grow.
She dreams of the day that she too will ride,
To deliver love to children, to sit by their side.
Patrick “Chemo” Healy
SICKNESS
It’s not a cold or flu,
It’s not a fever or chill.
It’s the feeling one gets,
When you lose the very will.
Loneliness in a full room.
Everyday filled with gloom.
Feeling like a stranger in your own home,
Makes me feel like I must roam.
No love or understanding to be found,
Peace will only come 6 feet in the ground.
Everyday is a fight,
But I must do what is right.
Heal myself I must,
My life I will adjust.
Emerging from the depths of hell,
That deep dark hole from which I fell.
I may live the future years alone,
But in my heart I will have grown.
So for now the Reaper will have to wait,
For my date with him I will be late.