Featured in the January 2009 handbook.
I went to the party, and remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink Mum, so I had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself, Mum The way you said I would,
That, I didn't drink and drive, though some friends said I should.
I made a healthy choice, and your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended, and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my car, sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming Mum, something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement, and I hear the policeman say,
the driver that caused this wreck was drunk, Mum, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me, as I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say, this girl is going to die.
I'm sure the lad had no idea, while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive, now I would have to die.
So why do people do it Mum, knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me, like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid Mum, Tell Daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught that boy, that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had, then I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mum I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments, and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me Mum, as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mum!"
So I love you and good-bye.