Sirens, people, trauma
Filled the road, where no one could get by
A person laying their covered in blood
Fragile, small, and cold
She was only a little girl of age 8; maybe.
An accident happened.
She was hit by a car.
She will not survive.
A sister there holding her in her hands
Begging her not to go she cries.
While a mother is running down the road to figure out what had happened
Their isnt any hope
She put the girl down on the grass for she wasnt in the road no more
Taking off her bloody sweater to wrap around the small innocent girl
That laid their cold, and as pale as a ghost
She silently hoped back on the bus with a single tear running down her face
She doesnt say a word at all.
