May 29, 2008
By Brooklyn Schwen, El Cajon, CA

It doesn't matter how it happen
It just does,
Light dashes before the naked eye
A thousand things are rushing through your mind
You are wondering who, what , where, and why,
It matters if it is a lie
You miss others, a distant memory
When you see the Golden Gate and God before you,
You see a better place,
You watch over others and hope the same fate won't happen to them,
All you just know that Crash, is a scary thing,
That could stop a living soul

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