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A Sobering Thought
I went to a party, Mom, I remember what you said.
You told me not to drink, so I drank sprite instead.
I really felt proud inside, the way you said I would
I didn’t drink and drive, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you were always right.
Now the party was finally ending, as everyone drove out of sight.
As I got into my car, I know I’d get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, but as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn’t see me, and he hit me like a toad.
As I lay there on the pavement, I hear the policeman say, “the other driver is drunk and she’ll be the one to have to pay.”
I’m lying here dying, Mom, I wish you’d get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me and most of its mine.
I hear the medic say, “She’ll die in a short time.”
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn’t drink,
It was the others, the others didn’t think.
He was probably at the same party as I,
The only difference is HE drank, and I will die.
Why do people drink, it can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharper pains now, it hurts just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking and I don’t think it’s fair.
I’m lying here dying and all he could do is stare.
Tell brother not to cry, tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.
Someone should have told him, I’m becoming very scared.
Please don’t cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say goodbye.
I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?