Rose peddles on in her polka-dot dress
She keeps the pace and she couldn't care less
At her neighbors, she waves kindly
No one sees the car swerve blindly
The driver tried, but didn't miss
Rose peddles on, too late, she's hit.
She's caught off guard and thrown aside
The driver looks like he's lost his mind
He looks back once then hits the gas
No one knows how long she'll last
The ambulance roars on down the road
It's too late poor Rose is cold
Rose petals on the church's floor
To signify what we have no more
The little girl so full of love
Taken away by someone above
Her parent's cry over what they lost
And their poor girl's hopes and dream were tossed
All because a young man thought it clever
to drink and drive for his endeavor
Now there is no more, there is no glory
The poor little girl had too short a story
He was found days later at the scene of the crime
It was realized then he would do no time
The guilt he felt was just too great
He took his life with guilt and hate
The bullet went straight through his brain
But nothing will ever be the same
Rose petals fall beneath flowers and thorns
She will never be forgotten though all is forlorn
Honorable mention
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