114th AvnCo Assoc. - Archive - Death Of An Innocent

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DEATH OF AN INNOCENT...

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 oncoming car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me.
As I lay here on the pavement, Mom, I heard the policeman say,
that "the other guy is drunk", 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, Mom,
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. The pain is just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking around, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my little 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, Mom, so why am I the one to die?

Written by: Anonymous
Submitted By: Tony Spletstoser

TOGETHER WE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE! Please get the word out!
Tony Writes: I can still feel the hurt and pain because on Christmas Eve 1973,
my Daughter Nicky, age nine, was killed by a drunk driver.