Slowly, gently, I lift my head

By all accounts, I should be dead

I can't breathe, the wind's knocked out

Beside me, my brother starts to shout

"We need help! Please, somebody call!"

My whole body shakes as the temperature falls

The windows are racked, fragmented and popped

My knees are stuck, the front pushed in and locked

Slowly, my breath comes back

As I sit there, cold, in a shredded sack

My coat, hands and head are ripped

I can feel the blood as it slowly drips

"Please, say something, okay!"

I look at my worried brother, and try to obey

"I have a test today." I recount with fear

Oh please, let the ambulance get here.

The doors get opened, but I can't move

My legs are stuck, the seat's locked in it's groove

With no strength, I am at their mercy

But with help, I am out and I see

The front is crushed in, the side is no more

I'm finally out of that twisted metal horror.

Slowly, gently, I'm put on a bed

By all accounts, I should be dead