Tears stained my t-shirt
As we all sat in the auditorium
It was so unbelievable
What had happened to him
A great man had died
And in the school were no dry eyes
Sweat stained my forehead
As I heard them talk
As I listened to the counselors speak
Of how to mourn the lost
Just thinking of that day
Of what it must have been like
I couldn't get images out of my head
Of him losing his life
Blood stained the road
As the car rolled over
His body lay cold
Too late for him to recover
He lay on the ground
No life left in him
And the fear in his wife's voice as she calls his name
Again and again
Heartache stained our lives
For the rest of the year
As we finally got it through our heads
He was no longer there
All the memories that were tucked away
Had been made known once more
And the memories of that day
As tears stained the floor
Grace stained Heaven
A coach from a small school that had died
On month number eleven
An angel came alive
Tears fell from up high
On the town he had left behind
And the blood stained on the road was washed away