It is the little bits that get in the way,
You work all day and then you play,
Few play through their work day,
           oh how do they rate you say?

But today is a sad dreadful Sunday,
Cars and speed, intersection of dismay,
No worse, much worse, 5 X tragedy,
oh how can that happen on sunny Sunday?

My problems now seem so little so small,
So many people and schools friends all,
Will be affected and will have a terrible pall,
oh how crushing because one was rushing?

Hollow, hollow, hollow words, I am ashamed,
In your mercy and Your hallowed name,
be with them, be with everyone that knew them
I pray, as I may not know them or carry the your words.

Of Peace, Of Comfort, Of Reassurance, Of Solace

To honour them...memories, futures and lives cut short,
the other drive has a heavy burden and courts
dire responsibility.