A poem I got from e-mail.
"She Cries a Little More"
He just can't get enough
And next week will be the same
He always gets a late night call
But he never says a name
So she lies awake at midnight
Like she does most every week
Her son is heading out again
Tears are rolling down her cheek
She knows just where he's going
But she lies there very still
She's asked him to stay home before
But she knows he never will
She hears his car keys rattle
As he heads out through the door
She softly says, "I love you son"
And then she cries a little more
She never spoke about his dad
She wonders if she should
He used to be a racer, too
They all said that he was good
One night he had a challenge
From this kid from out of town
Supercharged with nitrous
He just couldn't turn it down
So they went up to old Firehouse
And they lined up in the street
Engines revved and they all knew
Someone would end up in defeat
As the flagman dropped his hands
Tires spun, they left the line
Down the road they were neck and neck
You could hear the engines whine
But somewhere in the distance
Before the lights could disappear
They heard a crash and saw the flames
Street racing's biggest fear
When the doorbell rang at 3 a.m.
Life would change forever more
For a pregnant woman home alone
As she opened up the door
He said, "I'm sorry ma'am..."
And she knew that he was gone
She rushed out through the doorway
And fell crying on the lawn
It's been so many years
Since she's ever felt so sad
And now her son, at 18 years
Is becoming like his Dad
She just can't pray enough
That his life won't be the same
She fears she'll get a late night call
From a cop without a name
So she
He just can't get enough
And next week will be the same
He always gets a late night call
But he never says a name
So she lies awake at midnight
Like she does most every week
Her son is heading out again
Tears are rolling down her cheek
She knows just where he's going
But she lies there very still
She's asked him to stay home before
But she knows he never will
She hears his car keys rattle
As he heads out through the door
She softly says, "I love you son"
And then she cries a little more
She never spoke about his dad
She wonders if she should
He used to be a racer, too
They all said that he was good
One night he had a challenge
From this kid from out of town
Supercharged with nitrous
He just couldn't turn it down
So they went up to old Firehouse
And they lined up in the street
Engines revved and they all knew
Someone would end up in defeat
As the flagman dropped his hands
Tires spun, they left the line
Down the road they were neck and neck
You could hear the engines whine
But somewhere in the distance
Before the lights could disappear
They heard a crash and saw the flames
Street racing's biggest fear
When the doorbell rang at 3 a.m.
Life would change forever more
For a pregnant woman home alone
As she opened up the door
He said, "I'm sorry ma'am..."
And she knew that he was gone
She rushed out through the doorway
And fell crying on the lawn
It's been so many years
Since she's ever felt so sad
And now her son, at 18 years
Is becoming like his Dad
She just can't pray enough
That his life won't be the same
She fears she'll get a late night call
From a cop without a name
So she
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