I was halfway to sleep, faded off the sour
Not knowin' that ride could've been my last hour
I see it clear now, it was back in '85
Road looked clear, so we were doing 'bout 85
A smooth sail had turned into a crazy ride
I wish I'd told my homie to watch the way you drive
Maybe If I had told him then he would still be alive
One second we were crusing, the next he did a swerve
We'd gone off the road, and straight onto the curve
Head on collision with the guard rail
And I’m a firm believer that God’s real
I felt my van crash against the hard steel
At that point I couldn’t tell you how my heart felt
Looked over to my brother, no seatbelt
He'd taken full impact of the crash
Head drippin' with blood on the dash
I seen it happen, we was spinning like a bottle top
And I was praying Lord make the bottle stop
Comments
pinda | January 28, 2011 - 21:55
A tribute to a very special friend.
Highhat | January 28, 2011 - 21:59
How tragic Pinda. Glad you wrote about it
;)Pia
skinner_jennifer | January 29, 2011 - 11:57
Hi pinda,
I cannot imagine what you must have felt like,
being in that situation. It's so tragic when you
loose someone special and even worse when it's in
such tragic circumstances, I hope it has helped to
write it down and share it with the reader.
Take care pinda, I hope you are keeping well.
Jenny.