tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69885742011-04-21T15:04:53.516-07:00BaByGaLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08257165480503564888noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988574.post-1084587697235678962004-05-14T19:20:00.000-07:002004-05-14T19:21:37.236-07:00<strong><strong><strong>I went to a party,Mom, I remembered what you said <br />You told me not to drink, Mom, so i drank soda instead <br />I really felt proud inside, mom, the way you said i would. <br />I didn't drink n drive, mom, even though the others said i should. <br /> <br />I know i did the right thing, mom, i know u are always right. <br />Now the party is finally ending, mom, as everyone is driving out of sight. <br />As i got into my car, mom, i knew i'd get home in 1 piece. <br />Because of the way u raised me, so responsible and sweet. <br /> <br />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. <br />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. <br /> <br />I'm lying here dying, mom. I wish you'd get here soon. <br />How could this happen to me, mom? <br />My life just burst like a balloon. <br />There is blood all around me, mom, and most of it is mine. <br />I hear the medic say, mom, i'll die in a short time. <br /> <br />I just wanted to tell you, mom, i swear i didn't drink. <br />It was the others, mom. <br />The others didn't think. <br />He was probably at the same party as i. <br />The only difference is, he drank and i will die. <br /> <br />Why do people drink, mom? <br />It can ruin your whole life. <br />I'm feeling sharp pains now. <br />Pains just like a knife. <br />The guy who hit me is walking, mom, and i don't think it's fair. <br />I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare. <br /> <br />Tell my brother not to cry, mom. <br />Tell Daddy to be brave. <br />And when i go to heaven, mom, put "Daddy's girl" on my grave. <br />Someone should have told him, mom, i would still be alive. <br /> <br />My breath is getting shorter, mom. <br />I'm becoming very scared. <br />Please don't cry for me, mom. <br />I have one last question, mom, before i say good bye. <br />I didn't drink and drive, so why am i the one to die?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6988574-108458769723567896?l=babygal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>BaByGaLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08257165480503564888noreply@blogger.com3