Death of an Innocent
I found this on another site, and recieved permission to use
it--the author is given, and linked, below.
the music is.....The Sounds of Silence by Simon and
Garfunkel....press button to turn off
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to 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 hear the policeman 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 hear 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's fair.
I'm lying here dying 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 needed you, you were always
there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't
drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
David Riddell