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Stop Here Beautiful

They decided to carpool for work

Business Women working nine to five

They buckled up and ignited the van

She was in the passenger seat

Being a mile away from home

Never seemed so far away

 

Some people end at five

While others begin

By the time six came around

He was already stumbling for his car keys

To get to a destination

That he really didn’t know how to get to

It’s like his brain simply just shut down

He buckled up and ignited the car

 

They were resting at a stop sign

Not far off from a community

When they decided to move forward

While fast forward was coming from the right

Going past 35mph signs at 85

And I’m not scared of most things but…

He was flying

She was in the passenger seat

 

The powerful pressure lifted her off the seat like hands

Tore through the seat belt like claws

Crashed through shattered glass like the beautiful miracle of a spider web

Picture a body suspended in air floating like a cloud

Except with a lot more velocity

Teeth and skin grinded on pavement

I can’t walk on my hands for five yards

But somehow she managed to slide three blocks on her face

She finally rested when God himself

Personally came down from the sky and held her

Looked into her brown eyes that weren’t even there anymore

And he said, “This is enough.”

Now a tulip grows under concrete

 

She came from a family of twenty-two

So the hospital was full and weak

The lobby was filled with too many strangers to host a meeting so

The doctor took the warm-hearted family into a room

And they poured in so brightly that the door couldn’t even shut

He told them not to remove the blanket because they wouldn’t see

Something that should be on shoulders resting on a pillow

They have to shut the casket

Like folding hands over one another

Hiding a dying butterfly from it’s most beautiful worn out moment

 

Then there were loud shouts of profanity coming from outside the door

As a family was inside learning what it meant to come together

They could hear everything

“How much longer do I have to ******* wait you mother ******* Ahh **** come on! Someone ******* help me, for **** sake! Doesn’t anyone give a **** about me!”

This room was a TV set not turned on

The doctor needed to excuse himself

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” he said

“That’s your drunk driver outside, he broke his arm.”

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Jan 30, 2011
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