Hit and Run

Why do I cry?
I cry because I hurt.
You drove past me;
In your big bad truck;
You hit me Mr.;
Or didn’t you see?

No. I’m sure you heard me crying;
But you sped away;
And left me to die;
And when the police found me;

I wasn’t alive.
So remember this if you may;
That that one cold October day;
You hit a girl and just sped away.