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TO ALL THOSE WHO DRINK AND DRIVE

   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 “Mumma’s Boy” 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? 

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