One Mistake

High school friends will come and go,
some you'll forget, some you won't know.
Some will do things that are clearly insane,
others do drugs, and ruin their brain.

I see kids fall off on a regular basis,
get caught doing drugs and fall flat on their faces.
It's a sad cycle, that were all subject to,
Luckily, I don't do what other kids do.

I saw a kid in the office, just the other day.
He was fear stricken, with nothing to say.
I looked deep into the office, where I could see,
a body laying, as dead as could be.

Then I saw the boy's mom, standing still,
She didn't know her son had the power to kill.
As the woman stood there, I heard a loud cry.
It was the mother of the little boy, who had died.

The young man in the office, with fear in his eyes,
started to cry, but not by surprise.
He had smoked pot, before driving to school,
top down convertible, he thought he was cool.

Well, he was, until he heard a scream,
to his surprise, it was worse than it seemed.
He jumped out of the car and ran to the boy,
remembering the saying, a car's not a toy.

By the time he was within five feet of the child,
he was filled with fear, emotionally riled.
The rest of his life, on the line,
maybe the boy would be fine, just this time.

But, to his demise, the boy wasn't okay,
he stood there still, with nothing to say.
After a few minutes, he ran into school,
leaving the boy in a blood red pool.

He didn't know what he should do,
ran into the office, right into my view.
As soon as I saw him I knew it was bad,
an expression of guilt, nothing but sad.

Now, he is spending three years in prison,
he got high, hit a kid, whose body has risen.
He made his own bed, but don't feel bad for him,
feel bad for the parents of that beautiful little kid.