The sky was dark, the moon was out. The time was ten o’clock.
Marie had drank some Michelob, and John, some AfterShock.
They left the bar a little drunk. They laughed as they departed.
Marie and John were both good kids and both were so kind hearted.
They liked each other all these years and started out as friends.
But now, their friendship was true love they thought would never end.
Their parents tried to teach them both the keys to a good life.
John’s parents knew that later on, he’d make Marie his wife.
The love they had and hope they shared filled both of them with pride.
But on this night, they did not know that they’d have one last ride.
The call came in ‘round twelve or so. Someone had found their car.
It left the road, went down a bank and tumbled pretty far.
The State Patrol had seen this kind of tragedy before.
The last one was a boy, sixteen, and his sister who was four.
The tears, they came from those who loved the victims like their own.
But now, the trooper had to call the parents at their home.
He made the call and told them of the bad news that he had.
To hear their cries of pain and grief, it made him awful sad.
He knew the pain the parents felt. He’d lost a son, you see.
His son was drunk and wrecked his car into a big oak tree.
In both these wrecks, the kids involved had made a grave mistake.
Don’t drink and drive, and wear seat belts. The choice is yours to make.
This sort of loss can make you feel so empty deep inside.
Just pray you don’t receive a call confirming a last ride.
Add your comment
You need to login or signup to add your comment to this work.