It's hard to believe
Three brothers I have
the oldest now missing
I cry towards his absence
hoping and wishing
While leaving his job
he pulled out toward the street
a drunk driver hit him
till his car was beat
I sat outside the hospital
waiting to say my goodbyes
yelling into the sky
"God, my brother? Why?
He looked at me
said "Ashley please"
I said "Please what"
he said "don't forget me"
It's hard to believe
this could happen to me
That my brother was killed
by a car in full speed
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