It was our last run up the road
and I remember what you said.
You told me not to ride on the street,
to ride on the sidewalk instead.
I knew it was dangerous but it was only one more ride.
So we hopped in the go-cart and drove out of sight.
We were laughing and having fun,
sure to get home in one piece.
Not knowing what was coming,
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying in the street,
I can hear the truck driver say,
"I didn't see them coming."
His voice was fading away.
My own blood is all around me, as I try hard not to cry.
I had the worst feeling,
the feeling I was going to die.
I see the headlights of the passing cars shining on me.
Those will be the last lights that I ever see.
Tell my sister not to be afraid;
tell me friends to be brave.
And when I go to heaven,
put Justin's baseball in my grave.
My breath is getting shorter.
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments and I'm so unprepared.
I'm only 13!
I don't deserve to die,
But I have no other choice but to say
I love you and good bye.
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