What Could Of Happend

Its calm as we ride
The sun's shine is dim
Down the road we stride
We start to turn on a whim

Suddenly we hear a screech
Its too late
Their brakes were too weak
Its sad that we had met our fate

On this I swear
Never to drive
Because those who care
Have already died...


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