the drive home

a drive home ,

a dark rainy night ,

no one is talking ,

we had a fight,

i try to speak ,

you tell me to shut up 

as you drink from your can ,

and another little sup,

i tried to tell you ,

this is wrong ,

you turned up the volume ,

to your best   song ,

my hand hold´´s the door so tightly ,

and up ahead lights beem,

i beg him please to stop ,

just then there was a scream ,

one month later i wake from that crash

i dont now where i am 

i see my father sitting there ,

and my tearfull loveing mam,

it´s a night i wont forget as long as i live 

three people died that night 

one of them my boyfriend

but for me i live to fight ,

becouse of drink and driving 

so many people just dont care 

three people lost there lives that night 

and as for me  , a life in a weelchair 

 please dont DRINK AND DRIVE

writen 

by

paul o carroll