Her name was Brandi, she was 10 years old,
it was late september and very cold.
The memorie still flashes through my mind,
her face so pretty, her voice so gentle and kind.
But something happened to make her stay out,
I waited for her, I had no doubts.
Then I heared what had happened,
She had been struck down and died.
She was the perfect angel,
her soul now rests where it had started.
Now I see her reflection in the mirror,
and in my dreams she calls my name.
I beg god set her sould free,
in this time I look up at the everchanging sky.
On my knees I can feel her around me,
She tells me to live my life so I do.
I close my eyes and trust in her,
Please take care of my Brandi dear god.
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