Whose Tragedy Is It

I wonder if he knew Before the impact That his time was through Or was he oblivious to the fact Did he feel anything at all When the metal was twisted And the glass did fall Or was his soul already lifted Could he hear my mother gasping Was he worried for her Or did he not hear anything I will never be sure All I know is how we felt At the loss of someone so great At the hand that we were dealt That tragic turn of fate It was like a butcher’s knife Straight to the heart When you lost your life A sad new journey we did start The days go by slowly The agony seeps in bit by bit The tears make us not see The irony of all of it For we are now all in pain And you can feel no more Whose tragedy is it again? I’m not sure anymore...