They say that I was drunk that night.
The night the child came into sight
And crossed the road in front of me.
So dark the road – so hard to see.
A blur then gone, I traveled on,
Unable to stop and right the wrong.
Unstable, not able to comprehend
That this small life had found its end.
Was this night’s tragedy to send
My soul away from me?
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