One night I'm driving from work
A man walks out in the road
A young kid doesn't see him
But when he does his blood runs cold
And then screech boom crash
Didn't go fast but it was all in a flash
Boom bang crash
The memory will always last
Bang boom crash
It should've been me
Why couldn't I see
With a screech boom crash
The sirens wail as they arrive
I can't even close my eyes
The cop walks over to me
Asks me what I can describe
A screech boom crash
Shaking and crying while a man lay dying
Boom bang crash
now i see it should've been me
Boom bang crash
I shouldnt have been allowed to be free
And screech boom crash
DU LIEST GERADE
poems of the past
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