The day finally came in which 
     I was going to meet you. 
   It was a cloudy and rainy day, 
      hoping only for the sky to turn blue. 
   I stood in a line, just as others did, 
       that stretched for miles long. 
   Then the time came for your arrival, 
       but you weren't there, I hoped nothing was wrong. 
    An hour passed by and still I waited, 
        then from beyond the clouds you flew in. 
     I couldn't be mad at you for being late, 
        I only hoped I was able to see you then. 
     The hours passed by slowly, then fast, 
        and the line barely moved along. 
     Then when I got closer, I got a glimpse, 
        of you, and sighed, "Now Nothing can go wrong!" 
      I arrived at the table where you 
         were sitting and giving out autographs. 
      I quickly leaned over the table 
         so the two of us could be in a photograph. 
      I thanked you and the other driver's 
         that were there that day. 
      After leaving I felt so awful walking 
         away, for there were things I wanted to say. 
      You are a great driver; glad to see you've come 
         this far, and I will always be your fan into the future. 
       I look back and I feel blessed and thankful, 
         that I was given the opportunity to meet you, Dale Earnhart Junior.