An Accident at Rush Hour

 

An accident at rush hour, 7 cars

Inconvenient for many, tragic for some

Our baby in the middle, but she’s able to call

She’s injured in the ambulance, fear as we arrive

She’s bruised and cut and as we extract her and go to the hospital

Others are being lifted into ambulances and glass is being swept

The cause was a woman, drunk, distracted, a storm of uncertainty

She’s at the hospital as we wait, along with her man, trying to explain

No point in listening, no need to respond, a reckless storm knows no guilt

Lives disrupted, maybe permanent, maybe tragically, but the storm won’t remember

It’s just an accident at rush hour, something to find your way around

Unless it’s you, your loved ones, that are trying to weather the storm

The storm will blow through and tragically do it again

No responsibility, there’s insurance for that

Haul the cars away, clean the mess

Pray the victims will rebuild from this storm!