Been quiet for quite sometime now..... had few ideas brewing in my head... but a mail today got me thinking am out to talk about something more serious than the ones I was thinking about.... I believe you have already guessed it, but still, do allow me to have my say (not that you can stop me :P).
Often in the revelry of the night, we youngsters tend to drink…. At times without a sense of responsibility. And then a drive……… “c’mon, let’s have a fast one….”….. “can’t you go a little faster”…… drunk voices in a car shout……………… “How could she do this to me?”…. a drunk voice cries out loud in the mind of a scorned lover…tearing through the night at a speed way too high!!
Screech!! Crash!! Cries………………
Someone’s last breath…… someone’s struggle to live a normal life………
All for one drunken drive!!
Screech!! Crash!! Cries………………
Someone’s last breath…… someone’s struggle to live a normal life………
All for one drunken drive!!

DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE!!
Here's a small poem courtesy a colleague of mine:
I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom
So I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice,
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car,
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom
Something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me,
My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,!
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.
So why do people do it, Mom
So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him,
Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
My breath is getting shorter, Mom
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"
So I love you and good-bye.
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I don't think I need say anymore after this!!
