They close their eyes, as they all join hands,
Her favourite song is being played by the band,
It was a sad song, it made her cry,
And as it plays, she will now fly,
With or without wings, early or late,
She'll make it through, those golden gates.
Her true best friend, is still on the ground,
A piece of her heart, will never be found
She wants to look brave, but in truth it's a lie,
She wants to stay strong, she's too stubborn to cry
But then her knees begin to go weak,
As a single tear runs down her cheek,
The tears begin to flow freely, salty and clear,
as she tightly grips the handles of her wheelchair,
I guess this is what happens to people who ride,
With friends who have risked, one drink, then drive.
