Little Sister
The initial shock, the ever-present pain
that we won’t ever see our loved one on this earth again.
One poor choice, one bad move, one negligent man
took her live and changed ours. We’ll never be the same.
The killer? . . . he stayed, but my little sis left.
With the impact of the crash, in an instant she was dead.
The tears from our loss form a sea without end
for my parents still grieve and wonder why them?
Amidst all of this some blessings were sent.
I can tell you with certainty, and my parents can attest
of a March Easter Sunday they will never forget.
Dora’s last day alive, she spent it with them.
I hope you will listen and not drink and drive.
You might be the next killer or the one to die.
Stop and think of your family, stop and think of your friends
Every day we make choices!
Oh, please spare them the pain!
The initial shock, the ever-present pain
that we won’t ever see our loved one on this earth again.
One poor choice, one bad move, one negligent man
took her live and changed ours. We’ll never be the same.
The killer? . . . he stayed, but my little sis left.
With the impact of the crash, in an instant she was dead.
The tears from our loss form a sea without end
for my parents still grieve and wonder why them?
Amidst all of this some blessings were sent.
I can tell you with certainty, and my parents can attest
of a March Easter Sunday they will never forget.
Dora’s last day alive, she spent it with them.
I hope you will listen and not drink and drive.
You might be the next killer or the one to die.
Stop and think of your family, stop and think of your friends
Every day we make choices!
Oh, please spare them the pain!
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