Sunday, November 28, 2010

"One night it was raining hard,I took the curve too fast
I still dont remember much about that fiery crash
Someone said they thought they saw a soldier pull me out
They didn't get his name, but I know without a doubt

It was a young man named Private Andrew Malone
Who fought for his country and never made it home
But for every dream that's shattered,another one comes true
This car was once a dream of his,back when it was new
I know I wouldn't be here if he hadn't tagged along
That night I was riding with Private Malone
Oh,thank God,I was riding with Private Malone"

This reminds me of my mom's accident. And how I know that someone must have been riding with her, too. Someone that knew it wasn't her time. I am so greatful for that. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. I love her so much.

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