Mosley

It all happened, so fast.
Speeding off into the distance.

That night I wish you could have taken control.
To steer clear from your last breath.
Such a short eighteen years, gone in the blink of an eye.
Oxygen is escaping.

This road tell the story, of a life cut short.
Siren are the sound,
that I hear in the back of my mind.
You leaving this world, left us falling apart limb by limb.
Never getting over the loss of a loved one.

That morning, we all stood mourning and coming to terms with this reality.

I believe the world stopped spinning.
I believe, the world stopped.

To steer clear from your last breath.
Such a short eighteen years, now gone!

Wish you could, see me now.
You'd be so proud, my dearest friend.
I'll see you again, my dearest friend