A crash, a loud noise filled with pain
Glass shattering, and the world is not the same
A life poorer, an angel gained
but for the mother, a loss in vain
Two cars, now a metal bulk
they hold two lifes, and one who's gone
The blame to be appointed
by the ones who blame themselves
a mother with regret, for not staying at home
A father with remorse, for not coming along
Questions being asked, from a younger son
Why is my sister gone? Where has she gone?
Parents parents, and all relatives alike
Sits and remembers, that dreadful night
What could have been done different
What could bring her back?
Why weren't they there?
Why weren't they the ones to be lost?
They should have done things different
To save their precious little girl
The blame is being appointed
by the ones who blame themselves.
But on the other side of the weather
on the other side of the shattered windscreen
Sits a drunk driver, Oblivious to all these things
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