Kenny's gonna cry!!!
Why Steve Yzerman is my hero, by Chrissy, age 23.
You know, when I think about it, no matter where I go or what I do, I too would like my legacy to be that I did the best I could.
Thank you, Stevie.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning
You know, when I think about it, no matter where I go or what I do, I too would like my legacy to be that I did the best I could.
Thank you, Stevie.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning