The day after Christmas supposed to be filled with laughter and joy.
Today I have a call, my sister tells me, there is no laughter, no joy.
I scream why as I cry.
My mother now knows, she asks if it’s a lie.
All the memories come flashing by.
The last I saw them happy as could be.
With family camping, that can no longer be.
A sister I barely knew and can never see,
A brother-in-law, tell me why someone broke the law.
The light flashed yellow, going eighty he ran a red.
A red car he hit, a family of three will no longer be seen.
A little over a year since their happiest dream came true.
A three year old daughter is all that’s left, she never knew.
That poor fellow who ran a yellow,
Not yet eighty, he’ll live with all that sorrow.
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