Crash went the car,
Smash went the pole,
That day the wind,
It was knee buckling cold.
You were on your way,
To go 'Whee! ' with the sled,
Something went wrong,
And the squeal of the car put you in your eternal bed.
If I would've heard the click of the belt,
Who knows what I would've felt.
I don't know if you made shrilling screams,
But i do know I hear your sweet heavenly voice everynight in my dreams
I wish I could've yelled to warn you,
So that we culd be together, just us two.
I saw you lay there without a sound,
Now you're no longer going to come around.
Rip went your pale delicate skin,
Now you're laying in a white wooden coffin.
Maybe someday I will again get to see your perfect face,
And meet again in an angelic heavenly space.......
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