It was late at night at 3am She did hear somebody call her name The dark was filled with flames and smoke Of the seven kids, six of them they made it out But their daddy went back in again Cus they were missing seven year old Karen Anne With tear-stained eyes and empty hands He came out, a shadow of a poor old man Every family has a story Of the one tragedy And I guess for me My tragedy is Karen Anne A year went by, the hardest part Was trying to make a brand new start without their Karen Anne She loved to sing and twirl and dance Round her beauty never got the proper chance Her life was taken in seventy steps Thirtieth of March, we still can't get over it Especially my sweet papa In spite of every thing he couldn't save his baby girl Every family has a story Of the one tragedy And I guess for me My tragedy is Karen Anne I can't imagine the pain my papa went through Cus everybody knew He was Captain Dan who saved the lives of many men That daddy was a fireman who couldn't save Karen Anne Karen Anne… Precious Karen Anne…