Artist: Yelawolf Album: Trial By Fire Song: Sabrina Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Yelawolf] I woke up from a deep sleep I musta had a nightmare, but I really cannot remember My heart was beatin up out of my chest And I was cold, I must've let the window crack Funny, 5th of September and the winter's comin back The house is unusually quiet and I'm wondering where Sabrina's at By this time at 8 o'clock she would have been pullin on my blanket sayin daddy "I want some cereal," wonderin where her mommy's at My door is wide open, I can hear the breeze hit the curtains Wind chime hangin on the front porch singin Sabrina must be asleep, I pull back the sheets Get up and walk toward her room in the hall Not a peep, not a sound, not at all The anxiety of a father is settin in As I turn the corner to her room Her Mickey Mouse blanket's on the floor, she isn't in the bed I take a deep breath, put my hand on my head Relax, it's a game of hide-and-seek She's in the closet I know it, I open the door Gotcha! She isn't there The faint sound of the television from downstairs is playin some cartoons, she's on the couch of course, how did I oversleep? Baby girl, why didn't you come wake up daddy? Not a response, fear turned to frustration Sabrina, answer me.. 'Brina, this isn't funny I ran to the couch, she's not there I'm startin to panic and I'm lookin up everywhere Guest rooms, bathrooms, cabinets Under the tables, the attic Wait a minute, oh God no I know she wouldn't go outside We live so far back in the woods, she wouldn't dare It's too scary for a little girl just to go bye-bye I'm tryin to escape my mind's eye But my imagination is runnin wild At this point I'm talkin to God "Please Lord, please I'm scared, help me find my child" I run to the basement (Sabrina!) sweat beads on my hands, pacin Thinkin, pacin, thinkin, turn my face in The screen door to the backyard's ajar I run to the swingset Swingset? No; sandbox? No Goddamn it Sabrina, where'd you go? (Where you at, baby?) There's a trail to a pond that I take her to every day Maybe she's down there I run down the trail, it's about 100 yards We usually hang out on the pier And as I get close in Everything moves slow motion Her little white shirt on the surface of the water She was there, lifeless floatin (oh my God) The pain I can't explain, I couldn't see anything I ran to the water, God is this really my daughter? I picked her up, she was heavy I held her tight in my arms, I took her out of the pond I laid her down on the grass, I couldn't breathe, I gasped Givin her CPR, she wasn't respondin to it My phone in my pocket, my hands are shakin, my vision's blurry 9-1-1, and send an ambulance in a hurry But it was too late, no tellin how long she wasn't breathin Her skin was the color purple, her lips were ice cold She must've fell off the pier reachin for her teddy bear She tried to get out, she got wood under her nails God, what did you do to us? What have we done? I say my prayers at night, haven't I been a good son? What did you to do my baby? She's mine, now give her BACK You don't deserve her if you let her DIE LIKE THAT!