Something in the way

It was a beautiful morning
The boy stood at the sunday brise
Waiting for what came with no warning
A takes you with such ease

He was watching the sky
too lost to understand
The tear in his eye
was a omen of his end

The driver was too late
To meet his sure fate
The driver couldn't see
The boy staring at she

Death made a quick stop
Like someone who has forgot
A sheep that has gone stray
Picked up the boy and went away