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Death Of An Innocent

This is something I think EVERYONE should read
   Grown-ups and teenagers alike...

                I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
                You told me not drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
              I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
          I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
            I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
        Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
             As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
             Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
            I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
               the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

            As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I heard the policman say,
            the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will 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, Mom, and most of it is mine.
                 I heard the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
                I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
                  It was the others, Mom. 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, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
                 I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
           The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it is fair.
                I'm lying here dying, Mom, and all he can do is stare.

               Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
           And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
             Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
                If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
             My breath is getting shorter, Mom, I'm becoming very scared.
         Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I need you, you were always there.
                 I have one last question, Mom, before I say goodbye.
              I didn't drink and drive, Mom, so why am I the one to die?
                                   Author
                                David Riddell

I am in no way trying to preach to anyone by displaying this on my page, I just hope that by reading this, maybe it will make someone think before driving after drinking...

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