Story From The Sky.

You know, I sit up here on this dusty old cloud,
And think about them as I'm smiling down,
I think of all the things I did wrong in that life,
But more importantly, I think what I did right.

I always tried my best,
Was never nasty to a soul,
So what am I doing up here you ask?
Or, why are you buried deep in that hole?

It was nobody's fault I tell myself,
Even though that is blatantly a lie,
It could have been prevented so easily,
By the person that drank and decided to drive.

Crossing the road, I didn't know what had hit me,
And apparently neither did he,
10 feet in the air I was thrown by that car,
Now I've ended up 10 feet beneath.

So I'll leave you with this message,
And let me tell you, it comes from experience,
Please don't drink and then drive,
It'll wreck your life, like it did mine.

The person that hit me, he just couldn't cope,
Couldn't have lived with the guilt if he'd tried,
So now he's sat up here next to me, on this dusty old cloud,
Sat in silence, he mourns,
For the little girl he killed by drinking...

He c r i e s...