As I look back on it now I sensed something was wrong.
I never made it to you though I really, really tried.
I never got to tell you how much you meant inside.
The morning of the funeral to me is still a haze,
my heart that day was breaking and my mind was in a daze.
I know you're still here with me, I feel you in the air.
Must be your way of saying, "For me you're always there."
I wish I had you with me, I'd never let you go
like I did on that day just a year ago.
You never saw him coming when he drove on through the light,
all I heard was "drinking" and you were "not alright".
On my way there to you I said a silent prayer,
"Oh God let her be okay" and "Please just get me there"
But another year has come and still it cuts me like a knife,
how could a drunken driver take away my baby's life.