Deanna My Dear, You'Re Gone
So accidental that once alive then is dead,
You lie sweetly sleeping in your own bed.
Dreaming maybe, breathing just a hint,
You thought I was beautiful, in my eyes
you saw a glint.
Of hope, of life, of promise, of joy.
But you left us behind a girl and two boys.
Though your life was useful, the best was yet to come,
You left prematurely, we all cried, stunned,
We're now only four not the usual five
So accidental that you're now dead not alive.