"precious lives"
Did you think it couldnt happen?
Did you think it wasnt real?
You thought of only fun and games
as you got behind the wheel.
You knew that it was stupid;
you didnt stop to think.
You got into the car that night;
you�d had to much to drink.
You didnt even see the tree;
you were going to fast.
You drew in a sharp breathe,
a breathe that was your last.
Three precious lives were lost that night.
You werent the first to die.
We think about you lovingly
as each day passes by.
This poem is a warning
to each and everyone.
The results of drunk driving
can never be undone...