STOLEN INNOCENCE
An innocent child crosses the street,
The pitter-patter of his little feet.
A drunk driver is going much too quick,
Trying to stop by the road is slick.
The child can move none too fast,
The car comes to a final stop at last.
It's too late though the child is hurt.
The bright red blood stains through his shirt.
The driver doesn't realize what he has done.
It all started out just as fun.
But now as the sirens scream,
He wishes, oh he wishes this is just a dream.
The driver is out in less than a year,
Living his life once again with beer.
But that child's family, what happened to their life?
What about the devoted father and his adoring wife?
They still haven't got over their child's death.
He is still in their mind through every breath.
His brother and sister were horrified too.
But luckily they were in bed with the flu.
For that little boy was on his way to school that day.
He was only one block away!
WRITTEN BY WYATT WILLIAMS
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