Author Information
She Was Only 17
Folder:
Older Poems, (2005 - 2008) When I made it there it was too late
She was on her way to Heaven's gate
Her head was through the windshield
Because of that drunk, she was killed.
A good girl, Seventeen years
Everyone cried lonely tears.
She'll never get to go to her Senior High Prom
How can I look at her and stay calm?
Blood is running down her face
The lawyer says he has a case
But that doesn't change the mistake
That left her family and friends to break.
They put the guy in the back of the car
Everyone thought she'd become a star.
It's too late. You can't change the past
It's ashame her life couldn't last,
Because of his drinking and driving. His fault
Put him behind the metal-bar locked vault.
