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
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