When i came home, lying on the couch she was,
the phone lying it her hand, happens not too often it does.
Had her trenchcoat, with a pocket full of stuff
I went on about with myself, doing my chores, that sort of thing.
Never had i thought she was leaving
I tried to shake her awake,
her sleep did not break.
I went in my room, to ready for my day,
When my dad came home,
everything seemed okay.
As I began on my sugar stick,
My dad came in, holding empty pill bottles.
I didn't see what it meant!
Never had I thought from that day,
out lives would be bent.
To the floor went my stick,
to the phone I went.
The neighbor I called, and 911 of course too
The neighbor was crying.
I was crying.
My dad was crying.
To think, I was to go to church that day.
And then i had every reason in the world to pray.
But the only prayer that would come to my head,
"God, why did you let her go?
Why couldn't you have taken anyone else, instead?!!!!"
I threw the biggest fit of fits,
never did I finish that sugar stick.
