I met a new girl the other day,
Blood related to this new friend?
We became friends right away,
Why does young, precious life have to end?

My small hands feel so dead and so cold,
Wash away the tears with rain.
The new girl is twenty-one years old,
My soul needs affection not pain.

My heart feels a rip,
I just can't understand.
Finally a new friendship,
Taken right out of my hand.

How can I person feel so alone?
Was this my sister taken at dawn?
Same eyes, ears, height, and tone,
Mystery itself did drugs and now's gone.
 
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