A woman the color of shivering grey.
This girl did not shake though,
As she lay still
Nor did she breathe slow-
Her lungs did not fill
Another bent over her,
Wearing a bright white
And pulled out his tool,
A long and sharp knife
Slowly but surely,
The body was cut
Steadily onward,
Following the black rut
The tread marks were obvious,
But yet it made no sense;
How be one hit by a semi,
And not get squished?
The morgue report released,
The following day
On front page it said,
"For her please pray"
She was not saved,
There was no ticket prepared
When asked for her I.D.,
Only in shock she stared
Her father knew it would happen,
For he never taught her
The values of heaven,
And have a ticket for her
Daily he would morn,
Of her eternal death
How he wished his fate,
Was not heavy as lead
Then he sat up,
And was guided to the room
Of where he would die,
So tangible the dark gloom
The chair charged on up,
The man screamed quite loud
Then he went down to hell,
Cause sorrow for sin was not found
All he regretted,
That terrible day
Is that he didn't kill himself,
When his daughter was slain
This is the story,
Of that truck driver
Of how he drove drunk,
And killed his only daughter