I'm only Seventeen

PLEASE GOD, I'M ONLY 17
The day I died was an ordinary school day.
How I wish I had taken the bus.
But I was too cool for the bus.
I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mom.
"Special favor," I pleaded.
"All the kids drive."
When the 2:50 bell rang,

I threw all my books in the locker.
I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning!
I ran to the parking lot,
excited at the thought of driving a car
and being my own boss.
Free!
It doesn't matter how the accident happened.
I was goofing off --
going too fast --
taking crazy chances.
But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun.
The last thing I remember
was passing an old lady
who seemed to be going awfully slow.
I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrible jolt. Glass
and steel flew everywhere.
My whole body seemed to be turning inside out.
I heard myself scream.
Suddenly I awakened;
it was very quiet.
A police officer was standing over me.
Then I saw a doctor.
My body was mangled.
I was saturated with blood.
Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over.
Strange that I couldn't feel anything.
Hey, don't pull that sheet over my head!
I can't be dead.
I'm only 17.
I've got a date tonight.
I'm supposed to grow up and
have a wonderful life.
I haven't lived yet.
I can't be dead!
Later I was placed in a drawer.
My folks had to identify me.
Why did they have to see me like this? Why did I have to look
at Mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life?
Dad suddenly looked like an old man.
He told the man in charge,
"Yes, he is my son."
The funeral was a weird experience.
I saw all my relatives
and friends walk toward the casket.
They passed by, one by
one, and looked at me
with the saddest eyes I've ever seen.
Some of my buddies were crying.
A few of the girls touched
my hand and sobbed
as they walked away.
Please -- somebody -- wake me up!
Get me out of here!
I can'tbear to see my mom and dad so broken up.
My grandparents are so racked with grief
they can hardly walk.
My brothers and sisters are like zombies.
They move like robots.
In a daze, everybody.
No one can believe this.
And I can't believe it,either.
Please don't bury me!
I'm not dead!
I have a lot of living to do!
I want to laugh and run again.
I want to sing and dance.
Please don't put me in the ground.
I promise if you give me one more chance, God,
I'll be the most careful driver
in the whole world.
All I want is one more chance!
Please, God, I'm only 17!

Thank you Dreamsharer for letting me use your music.

Playing is " little Angels" by permission