Mom, I saw you drinking another cocktail at our breakfast meal.
You offered to drive me to school today which is the usual deal.

I usually refuse but I needed to carry my Science assignment to school.
Your drinking never hurt anyone so I thought it was really cool.

I remember waving at my friends waiting for bus number nine.
They waved back, and I really thought things were going fine.

We met another car at an intersection and you didn't even care!
You were weaving all over the road and thought you'd give the other driver a big scare.

I remember a horrendous noise as my body was thrown to the front.
Looking over I saw you bleeding and I heard your painful grunt.

Mom, They placed me in this long cushioned case in a hole, dug in the land.
When I try to talk no one even acts like they can understand.

It's getting dark in here! Why don't you hear my cry?
Mom, Jesus told me it is time to say goodbye.

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