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The Gate Keepers

We usually stand by the gate on hot summer nights,
Listening for a Harley as it slowly rumbles by;
In a silent salute to friends that have died,
Saying goodbye on the hot summer night;

Once in a while, they ride through the gate,
Rusted, and busted and twisted with age;
The men walk slowly with shimmering eyes,
The women with tears say lonely goodbyes;

Every once in a while someone comes to stay,
How they came here, it’s hard to say;
Sometimes they go down on some stretch of highway,
Some say goodbye the old-fashioned way;

As our brothers and sisters are laid to rest,
The leaves seem to rustle with a quiet sigh;
As the spirits of our brothers and sisters,
Say their last goodbye;

We’ll never forget the lives that we’ve led,
No matter whether they were good or bad:
The wonderful time that we had in our lives,
Riding down the highways with friend’s on our bikes:

The thundering vibrations as we roar down the road,
The gentle touch of the ones we no longer hold;
The love of our brothers and sister worth more than gold,
These are the things we will miss to our very souls;

On one of these long lonely days,
You’ll see an Angel on some lonesome highway;Please! Stop and Wait!
Think Please! Stop and Wait!
Think of ones inside that rusted gate;
For we are the Guardian Angels that hold your fate; of ones inside that rusted gate;
For we are the Guardian Angels that hold your fate;