A girl who survived...

The sweet sound of my mothers lullaby,
Memory of it makes me cry,
Why, oh why...did they have to die?

My family where sweet,
My family cared,
My family, were always there...

That terrible day,
Why was I the only one to survive?
I wish I died with them,
I wish I weren't alive.

A P-plater,
A drunk driver,
He was planned to crash into our car,
It was his fate,
One dead body in against the wheel, and four on the burnt out tar...

And I, I who decided to stay behind,
A gift, people think, a gift most kind!

But they do not know how I suffer,
They do not know that I cut my arms,
They do not know I put myself in harm...

Her sweet lullaby,
Makes me cry,
I wish I'd die.

My family is alive and well, my mother has no common song she sings, and my family, are screaming banshees... the "Murphy's law" comes to mind... where good people suffer and visa-versa.