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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 thought 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 in 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 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 the 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 I was. 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 I only 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 goodbye. I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die? |