• It seems like only yesterday
    We strolled down East Street
    That was the day
    You were knocked off your feet

    We were crossing the street
    And I was almost struck
    But you pushed me out the way
    And took the hit from that truck
    Many stood there in awe
    A single tear in my eye cry
    Turned into many
    As I started to cry crying

    That day I vowed idea
    Everyday I shall accompany your grave
    Even through the rain, It's the least I could do
    In memberance of your remarkable save