What a twisted hand of fate.
What I come to love I come to hate.
Could you not slow down & drive,
My little girl would be alive!
Oh Erin - you beautiful child,
a fighter to the end, a heart so mild.
Never will a moment of you be forgot,
I sit and I cry while my heart does rot.
Death arrive quick for me...
Can't wait for your smile in eternity.
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