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She struggled pushing her child To reach the park up on the hill Stretching out a blanket well her little girl sits very still Remembering when it was her daughter she would watch playing Now as they sit under that tree that's where she does her praying It doesnt seem that long ago but everyday she remembers Every child's cry brings her back to last September Its always a child's joy to run and chase a ball But that's when she herd the screech of breaks and herd the neighbours call There in the street was her daughter laying on her back Behind the wheel and intoxicated there the driver sat He wasn't hurt didn't hit him till the next day Now he lives with it and each night he prays Mom takes care of her daughter helps her in to her wheelchair But with every kiss upon her child's head she thinks how life is so unfair Thinking does it really mean nothing to a person when they can drink and drive Than looking down at her daughter she just thanks god shes alive