As I stare out my window, one car passes by.
Not much traffic on my street though,
but it gets me thinking,
�cause it was going pretty fast.
What if,
what if it couldn�t stop,
and hit an innocent girl?
Even though it�s not my fault,
someone could get hurt by that driver.
A screeching stop at the end of the block.
I didn�t hear anything else,
just silence.
I didn�t do anything,
hoping,
hoping, that they had time to stop,
not hitting an innocent girl.
I couldn�t do anything and I knew it.
But I felt sad.
I didn�t want to see it,
If they had actually hit her,
an innocent girl.
To this day I still don�t know
if they hit that innocent girl.