It seems like just yesterday we got the call.
The call that told us our Blue Eyed Angel died.
Nineteen was all your were
When you choose to drink and drive.
We lost on the bitter january morning.
Sitting at my computer,
Talking to friends online,
My sister is in tears
And I wonder why?
Why would my sister be in tears?
Did something happen to mom?
Or something to Baby?
I heard the news and wonder and counted
Counted the years that went bye
Wonder when we would met up again
1 year.....
2 years.....
Going on 3.....
Why did you have to drink and drive?
