The life we bore, nurtured and loved;
Has been called away to up above.

We wonder now if we raised him right;
This beautiful day, just turned to night.

Once was the smile, the life ahead;
Oh Lord, those words, your child is dead.

Blank is our mind as plans are made;
Would he like the music that we played?

The suit, we know, is just not right;
Nor is the tie, Oh what a sight.

What about his hair, it doesn't look normal;
They have made him look way to formal.

Our son was carefree, happy, alive;
I wish so hard he had just survived.

You see, a man with no remorse;
Killed our son, we viewed his corpse.

Drove right into a great big bus;
And took our beloved son from us.

This man lives on with beer in hand;
A drunken driver to walk this land.

A little bitter we may be;
Understanding is hard you see.

Not to ask why is harder to do;
But you know that, if this happened to you.

Why? We plead in our despair.
Why? Is our child beyond repair?