Gazing up at the clear blue sky,
I see the birds that freely fly.
Their freedom I envy, for I am chained
To my misery, and to it I stay
Lost in my endless grief.
I shake my fist, and scream
Into the heavens I wish I could fly.
For my friend, I wish I could die.
Taken by fate,
Replaced by truth that I hate;
The fact that he's gone,
And I am left here, writing this song.
Where he has gone I can not follow,
I am left on earth to wallow
In the pain of his passing.
As I watch time elapsing,
My pain grows as I remember,
That fateful December.
Christmas was nearing,
The end of the trip was leering,
Closer with every mile,
Flown in that plane, they traveled with a smile,
To their farm in Maine,
When something went wrong in the plane.
It fell from the sky
In a life ending dive
That would take the lives
Of the family inside.
The four could do nothing, Paul
And Lillian, Kitanna and Shawn, they would fall
From our grasp, and out of reach.
By the end of the week
We would mourn
In the darkest Christmas since Christ was born.
Since the loss of the Martin family
I've searched randomly
For anything to distract my grief
But it still shows through, even hiding it is quite a feat.
I can never be whole
until the day God saves my soul.
I miss the them deeply, my heart is black,
I only wish they would come back.
- Title: After the Crash
- Artist: Ginny97263
- Description: In loving memory of Shawn Ross Martin, Kitanna Ray Martin, Paul Ross Martin, and Lillian Ray Martin, who died together as a family on December 17, 2006 at approximately 7:10pm on their way to their property in Maine after visiting family in Oaklahoma.
- Date: 10/11/2008
- Tags: after crash matins mourning