Lacking Wings

There was an accident, Mom -
I was hit by some punk.
They say he had been
Completely and utterly drunk.

He ran a red-light
And hit me from behind.
This pain is unbearable, Mom -
I've never felt pain of this kind.

Laying in the back of the ambulance,
I can't stop crying.
I know because of him,
I am slowly dying.

Now at the hospital
The doctors whisper, looking grim.
Mom, I'm dying,
My eyes are growing dim.

I'll be in Heaven soon,
Standing at the Pearly Gates.
Up there, there is no pain,
No feelings of hate.

But don't worry,
Cease your crying.
I'll be angel,
And I'll soon been flying.

I see the light now,
And I hear the angels sing.
There's just one thing missing, Mom,
I'm lacking wings.

01July2007
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