I comply to share its compelling and chilling moral that, no matter how good and pure and well-intentioned individuals may be, they are really at the mercy of those who live around them. Therein lie the injustice and the pain.
The subject of the verse is society's ever-present nemesis, the ramifications of driving while drunk. Read it and weep:
"I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said,You told me not to drink, so I drank a soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, the way you said I would,
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
As I got into my car, I knew I'd get home in one piece,
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, but as I pulled into the road,
The other car didn't see me, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, I heard the policeman say,
The other guy is drunk, Mom. Now I'm the one who'll pay.
There is blood all around me, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say that I'll be dead in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
Why do people drink when it can ruin your whole life?
I'm feeling sharp pains now, pains like a stabbing knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, and I don't think it's fair,
That I'm lying here dying and all he does is stare.
TELL my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven put 'Daddy's Girl' on my grave.
Someone should have told that driver not to drink and drive,
If only they had told him, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were there.
But I do have one last question before I say good bye,
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?"