Another plane went down today in the Atlantic
Nine miles off shore

Eight black cars sped by my window
Not a single of them yours

Seven men brushed past me today
I turned momentarily, only to be denied

Six calls from friends and your family
All wondering where you're at

Five minutes of crying
Standing in the shower alone

Four of them spent staring at the wall
The cracks mesmerizing this close

Three children died in that crash
A little girl, two little boys

Two mothers as well
One holding on to her son, tightly

One man died along with them
A man I knew so well

Zero of you came home to me
All of you lost to death.