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The young man lay sprawling on the road, his car is a pile of ashes
we were driving on that winding road when the ambulance passed us

a sharp gasp coming from my mom and my dads eyes turned down
we could seen the wreckage ahead, and the young body on the ground

the foot leaves the gas pedal and our car coasts to a halt
as we gaze at the tow truck, and the driver who’s at fault

he is sitting in the road and his eyes are full of grief
he is mourning for killing the man whose life had been so brief 

we pick up speed and leave, returning to our home
leaving the dead or dying, back at the junction, alone.