As she pressed the peddle
straight to the floor
she whispered to herself
there has to be more
Gazing at the road
with nothing in sight
she must get away
but is this right
She'd always been taught
never to run
to face her problems
to fight the gun
Her head was jumbled
with thoughts of regret
as she swerved to the side
her fate was met
A single white cross
now rests in the place
where she learned a hard lesson
more isn't always the case |