My 3

When i look up at the sky
i always see your 3 deaths
i try really hard not to cry
but in my life u 3 left
first it was Ashely when i was 2
i always wish she was alive
next i remember the only fool
my sister melody when i was 5
but the one i hold close and dear
was my Corey which was last week
to love again is my biggest fear
without them my future looks bleak