Bad Decisions

 Bad decisions they made,

as they left, a goodbye they bade.

They faded into the dark night, 

leaving behind the glorious light.

 

As they drove, they sipped from the bottle,

their speeding car, going full throttle.

We'll never know what happened, or why,

but for some reason, they all had to die.

 

In our hearts they will always remain,

but now they are gone, because of a stupid game.

That night, their choices took their lives,

now everyones' heart hurts, like being stabbed by knives.

 

Everyone thought, "Oh this won't happen to me,"

but now they say, "How can this be?"

Some ask, "Why did they have to drink and drive?"

While others explain, "If they hadn't, they'd still be alive."

 

They died at such a young age,

leaving behind many people full of rage.

We still must learn what the lesson taught,

we can prevent it, and still forget them not.

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