3:45
I looked at my watch
It's a quarter till four
I'm not so sure
I want to be here anymore
They called me and your mother
We called up your friends
When the doctor informed us
This might be the end
You'd been in an accident
Out on the interstate
Which begs of the question
Why you, why this
Here with you broken
I think of your smile
The one I am hoping
To see again in time
With all the tears flowing
Among mournful cries
There's no way of knowing
If this is goodbye
That's when I open my eyes
Much to my surprise
I'm in my bedroom
Lit by the blinking clock light
Flashing the time
Of a quarter till four
My mind set on you
As my feet touch the floor
I head towards your room
In a daze from the dream
As my hand turns the knob
I hear the phone ring...
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