I

How carefree us young boys can be.

How perfect life was for you and for me.

'Til that final crash tore us apart perm'nently.

II

What was the last thing to you I did say?

My mind has erased that horrid, fateful day.

Never again shall your smile make Mum's heart gay.

III

I felt alone as they swarmed around you,

I could see your precious face had already turned blue.

I yelled, "WHY NOT ME?" as others streamed in, new.

IV

I heard sighs like, "Why do bad things happen, Molly, oh no…"

Why, oh why, did you have to go?

Life without you will be a painting without color, Christmas without snow.

V

Onto a stretcher they lifted you, pale and cold.

Now your hair was limply red 'stead of gold.

Now never would we ever, together, grow old.

VI

You in purple robes, so grimly haunting,

I observed you in your coffin, the future so daunting.

The families, the children, the sadly smiling brothers, seemed almost taunting.

VII

I look toward the future, alone in the world,

Now that that time is coming unfurled,

I can see through the chaos your spirit is with me, though quietly curled.