So long, be careful on your way back home, 
I found your suicide poem in your right coat pocket.
There was a fire in the Hollywood hills
Ten children were killed
You had better be cautious
I’ll pray for you sister,
Where your heart will reside.
I wait for you sister, 
Holding my breath makes me tired
Farewell take comfort in the fact you’re young
You got ten years to grow up
Don’t become like your father
I’m sure you know by now 
the rain falls most along the California coast
each time this season.
I hate for your anger
To turn into something like mine.
Stay close to water,
The air helps the motion inside.
Inside
Well dear God, bless your soul
Poor child might never know just why.
Well dear God, bless your soul
Poor child might never know just why.
Oh just why.
I’ll pray for you sister,
Wherever your heart will reside,
I will wait or you sister,
holding my breath makes me tired
Makes me tired.