Death of an Innocent  

ken20101963 54M
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7/19/2006 4:03 am

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7/20/2006 12:58 am

Death of an Innocent

Hello all,
Hope you all are OK.
I have a small sad tail, from what I belive is "The New Woodend Star". Which is a lovley Town, North of Melbourne (Victoria's Capital). My Great x 5 Grand Farther moved near there in the 1800's, Newham (Near Hanging Rock).

This tail is for all the beer and what ever other drinking piss pots to read.

Death of an innocent

Read this anonymous ode, through your tears as I did,
Writes a reader who saw it in “The New Woodend Star”.

I went to a party, Mum I remember what you said,
You told me not to drink, Mum, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mum, the way you said I would,
I didn’t drink and drive, Mum, though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mum, I know you’re always right,
Now the party is finally ending, Mum, as everyone’s driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mum, 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, Mum, but as pulled out on to the road,
The other car didn’t see me, Mum, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mum, I hear the policeman say:
The other guy is drunk, Mum, and now I’m the only one who’ll pay.

I’m lying here dying, Mum; I wish you get here soon,
How could this happen to me, Mum? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mum, and most of it is mine,
I hear the medic say, Mum, I’ll in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mum; I swear I didn’t drink,
It was the others, Mum, 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, Mum? It can ruin your whole life.
I’m feeling sharps pains now, Mum, pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mum, and I don’t think it’s fair,
I’m lying here drying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mum, put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave,
If only they had told him, Mum, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mum; I’m becoming very scared,
Please don’t cry for me, Mum, when I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mum, before I say goodbye,
I didn’t drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

I hope you like it.....


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