Death of an Innocent

I went to a party mom but I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink at all, so I had a Sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself, the way you said I would,

that I didn`t choose to drink and drive, though some friends said I should.

I knew I made a healthy choice and your advice to me was right as the party

finally ended and as the kids drove out of sight.

I got into my own car, sure to get home in one piece,

never knowing what was coming, something I expected least.

Now I`m lying on the pavement. I can hear the policeman say,

"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk." His voice seems far away.

My own blood is all around me, as I try hard not to cry.

I can hear the paramedic say, "This girl is going to die."

I`m sure the guy had no idea, while he was flying high,

because he chose to drink and drive that I would have to die.

So why do people do it, knowing that it ruins lives?

But now the pain is cutting me like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell my sister not to be afraid, tell daddy to be brave,

and when I go to heaven to put "Daddy`s Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have taught him that it`s wrong to drink and drive.

Maybe if his mom and dad had, I`d still be alive. My

breath is getting shorter, I`m getting really scared.

These are my final moments, and I`m so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me, Mom, as I lie here and die.

I wish that I could say I love you and good-bye.