D.O.a.

Screeching wheels
shinny glass
my baby missed a turn
and now im laying in grass
the Pain I can no longer feel
they put me in an ambulance
but I know im going far away
they tried their hardest, they did their best
I know now its time to go
the doctors meet me at the door and all they can exclaim is D.O.A.
My father looks nothing like himself. more like a robot
my mom is overcomed by the saddness, the pain
slowly they are lowering me into the grave
my casket is real pretty
but soon it will be covered with dirt
God chose to have a thunderstorm today, its pouring rain
The preacher says a few nice words
I wish I could have thanked him, but its too late
now all the memories will take my place
my family only has a small grave
the tombstone will be coming in soon, mommy put sweet words along with my name
all my dreams have been washed away
all my plans are buried with me
in this small grave
but everything is gone for im D.O.A.