Three a.m.,
The phone rings
A day will not be forgotten
Just another crash
Another dreadful time
Eyes soaked with tears
Cop cars sirens
Colorful lights flashes
Falling to my knees
Your blood pours
Your head in my arms
Too numb to speak
The day you’re alive,
Is the day it all stops
Goodbye, my baby sister
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