It was a Thursday night and slightly raining when it started,
Under the influence, retarded,
But it all stopped when my car did.
Sped through a red light and swerved to miss traffic,
Didn't see the yard I went into or the tree till I smacked it.
Brand new Corvette so glossy it looked wet,
Blue an red paint job meshed well till it got wrecked.
My family bought it for me for graduating for em
But the feeling of family's been torn since I hit a tree soarin.
There's been some division since I had the collision,
Focused on what's in my vision,
noticed hopelessness hidden.
I hit the tree doing 30 and started to back track,
Saw the fence that I smashed through and found a backpack.
I had hopped out of my ride an couldn't believe my eyes,
There was a little girl screamin just releasing her cries.
Trapped under the exhaust pipe, crushed, I witnessed her death,
Eyes staring at me as she took her last breath.
I ran from the scene drunk but I knew what I seen, fuck!
I wish it was a dream an that I could just wake up.
The next day on the tv I saw the father grieving,
Crying as he was speaking about his daughter dying; preaching.
Looking at the reporter he said "to all the supporters, bless you.
These times are stressful, an for those responsible...I'll catch you."
FLASH! I'm right back to the site of the nights crash,
That redlight keeps haunting me, I know I can't fight facts.
I worked up the courage to do what needs to be done,
Speak and not run to the father that I took a daughter from.
I walked up to the door rang the bell an a broken man answered,
I saw his eyes flare in anger,
as I spoke of what happened to the girl that he pampered.
"Im sorry I'm to blame,
I'm the fuckin reason that. your daughter was slain!
All the pain that you feel I just want to make it right,
I took a little girls life, so take mine! Here's a knife!"
As I handed it to him I could tell he what he wanted,
But he put desires to the side when confrontation was confronted.
My conscience was burning, just yearning for my flesh to bleed,
He hurriedly called the police and I didn't dare try to leave.
FLASH! I'm right back to the site of the nights crash,
That redlight keeps haunting me I know I can't fight facts.
Sitting in my cell, 3 months have passed, its hell
Gotta blanket torn to shreds as a noose to use on myself.
As I'm about to give up, on the top bunk about to fall,
I hear the sound of the preacher walking down the hall.
He comes to my door an says, "we all fall short of the glory,
What makes the difference is how we choose to end the story.
and if you're truly sorry for the things that you've done,
Say a prayer when your scared and lookin up at the sun."
I said "father there's no place in the world for a person like me,
Im in jail and they don't even like a people like me!
I've heard of fallen angels but I'm just a human that fell,
So you might as well send me to hades cuz ive been livin in hell!"
He replied "I know it sounds strange but stop driving yourself insane,
Cuz to be alive and survive; it's never too late to change."
And then with the only words that ever helped,
He said "Son, to ever be forgiven you must first forgive yourself."