It was the 16th of March in 91
Nothing could be said or done.
All happened way to fast
Not giving the chance for one to last.
Darkness lurked on McNab
The wind whispering it was sad
Knowing a drunk was driving that night
Preparing itself for the terrible sight.
Next thing you know a boy of 14
Was lying flat on the scene
The car had swerved left and right
The driver realizing fled in fright.
Imagine, waking up in a hospital bed
Realizing your nearly dead
Seeing relatives full of sorrow
Knowing you make it through tomorrow.
Now the 17th of March in 91
All was over and he was gone
Died because one man drank
But drinking wasn't his biggest mistake
It was in fact a mixture of two
Both drinking and driving
Something I know I will never do.
