He was born in a scheme,
A little boy,
With a thousand dreams,
A hole in the heart,
They said he would be dead,
By age thirteen,
Not a good start,
But this guy had it all,
The strength to live,
And never fall,
Constant threat of dying,
Was a gift,
He lived for the moment,
Pulled himself up without a lift,
Life at home was so cold,
So he left,
In search of his own gold,
He grew to be a young man.
Got himself,
A biker gang,
He and his best friend Peter,
Pushed life to the max everyday,
What’s the point in caring,
If you’re going to die anyway?
They were both wild,
Loving life,
Like they would a child,
They both found a wife,
Seemed at the time,
Marriage was the cool thing,
To do with your life,
While the gang fooled around,
He had a baby girl,
And settled down,
He and Peter stayed brothers,
Never failed,
The gang went mad,
Mostly sent to jail.

Apparently though,
No matter how hard you try,
It is too hard to keep a fools,
Marriage alive,
Married too young,
While the marriage ended,
His life begun.

He fell in love again,
Another woman, another friend,
But life had separate plans for Peter,
And at twenty one,
Came the end,
He burned out, without any fears,
And his best friend,
Cried him a thousand tears,
But though life is weak,
Love is strong,
And the pair wed,
And like the song says,
Along came his modern girl,
Illness almost took his baby away,
Another fight he had to win,
All his pain,
Such a sin,
The family pulled through,
Stuck like glue it seemed,
Until his wife,
Shattered all their dreams,
A violent affair,
A broken child,
A silly woman pretending her life,
Wasn’t fair.

And so came the end of his forever,
Bringing up a little girl,
Isn’t easy, ever,
But for his broken heart,
Bringing up a child in pain,
Is even harder,
But he won his war again.

Other women came and went,
But there was never another,
True love sent.

He reached his thirties,
And his heart broke,
A heart attack, a near death,
He’s living on borrowed time,
A truer word never spoke.

He worked his fingers to the bone,
Made money,
Built a home,
Giving up his youth,
To feed his girl,
And give her what he could.

He became a hero,
At least in her eyes,
It’s an amazing achievement,
For someone born in a scheme,
As a zero.

For Peter he stayed a loyal friend,
A promise he made before the end,
Never betrayed him,
Even in death,
Peter’s memory never died,
Although no more tears are cried.

He grew up,
But remained immature,
He always seemed confident,
But was secretly unsure,
And through all the blows he was dealt,
He found a way to live,
No one would ever know the pain he felt,
And the pact him and Peter made,
To be out by twenty one,
Did long since fade.

Nearing fifty,
Standing strong,
This schemie did,
Prove them all wrong,
His girls have both grown,
His son is young,
They learnt from his lessons,
And mistakes he had shown.

This schemie is so unlike you or me,
There is so much strength,
It is easy to see,
A hero, a role model, a friend,
But most of all, a dad,
And me?  The modern girl ‘til the end.

This hero is my father,
An eternal dream of how I want to be,
This is an ode to a schemie,
Tony, the kind of man,
All men should be.

Born in a scheme,
Living on borrowed time,
And chasing a spontaneous dream,
Broken hearts, broken homes,
Fighting hard,
Chasing goals,
Loosing loved ones right through,
Raising a child alone,
Something people aspire to do,
This schemie made it,
He found his gold!