"Caught In A Cross Fire"
To young to die, your life was too short. To young to die baby girl. I remember when we last spoke you had big dreams, and wanting so much for positive change. You were ready to step out in the world, and do great things. But they come along and took your life. Shattered dreams, shattered promises of your tomorrows because you were caught in a crossfire. No where to run for cover, no where to hide. They took your life with no care in the world. They thought they had something to prove by throwing lives away. No care in world who they hurt. Hurtful shattered tears of all the families left to grieve of the loss of our loved ones. They walk the street with no regard of what they done. They took the life of you and your friend. Two beautiful teenager girls who had a lot to offer the world. Shattered dreams, shattered promises of your tomorrows and now we are here to grieve with shattered tears. Forever your memories will remain in our hears tell we see you again. Heaven gained two angels.
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