Michael Schumacher- The Gifted

Something's amiss, someone is missed

Against the tall order, the racer hung his boots

Dropped his guard as the rivals hissed

Walked on with his head held high

His pride rising within his soul

Knowing he'll always be king

For in his cradle did the engine sing

Fought against all odds 

With a phoenix like spirit

Rising each time he was tested

Looked down upon while he challenged

As he fought with a spirit of vengeance