Bohemia Village Voice

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mum,
So I had a Sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didnt drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.

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,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mum,
Something I expected least.
Now Im lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mum, his voice seems far away.

My own bloods all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.

Im 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, Mum,
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.
Someone should have taught him,
That its wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
Id still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mum
Im getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
And Im so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mum,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mum!"
So I love you and good-bye.

“ Our thanks to Josephine Wilcox of Brisbane, Australia, for this message from MADD (Mothers Against Drunk Drivers), P.O. Box 541688, Dallas , Texas, USA. 75354-1688, 1-800-GET-MADD (1-800-438-6233).