I sit back and think,
About her all the time,
I wonder if she's happy,
Or if she's up there crying.

I wonder if she sees us,
Her family and friends,
Or does she sit alone,
And constantly pretend?

When she got in that car,
I wonder if she knew,
That she'd never come home again,
Or see me and you?

Did she know it was her time,
Was she taken too soon,
Was she scared to go,
Did she know what to do?

No matter what happened,
Or all the things she had done,
She'll always be remembered,
And she'll always be loved.