The time has come, o dearest one, you must accompany me
Up to the land where angels sing and dance and play with glee
I know it seems quite soon for you, since youre only 5 years old
But you were hit by a truck, o sweet child, and must now see treasures untold.
That may, at first, seem a reward, a prize youll love so dear
However, child, there is a dilemma--one which I greatly fear.
Your family loves you, o so much, and grieves for your sweet life
They face a future filled with depression and ongoing strife
So you must decide, o burdened child, what their future shall be
Either that which I mentioned or they will, like you, instead come with me
So I ask you, fate chooser, what do you wish for your family?
The child grinned and poked His side
And the Lord asked him why he looked satisfied.
Why shouldnt I be? That isnt a problemI wish for them to rot
They can stay on Earth, for all I care, and fight like theyve always fought
Dont you think I saw the driver of that truck that hurt me a lot?
It was Daddy, yes, and Mommy, tooin the truck that theyd just bought.
The Lord did frown, in His great way
He gained a look of sad dismay
But the choice was made; it was decided
So with the fates He silently confided
And the young childs family was violently shoved
Into the sad life picked for them by the son that they greatly loved
So, God, now that the choice is made
There is a question that I have delayed
But I wish to ask it now to you:
My parents killed me; why do you act as if they would have come to Heaven, too?
The Lord looked at him in the eye
And He let out a gigantic sigh
Well, you see, unfortunate soul
To kill you had not been their goal
As your father drove the new truck home during his leisure
Your mother, there with him, suddenly got a seizure
At the same time that this did occur
He took his hands off the wheel to try to assure
Your mother that she would be okay
And so the truck swerved astray
It hit you and you did die that day
They now face the future you chose.
The Lord conjured from thin air a rose
He sent it to Earth and laid it on the childs familys front porch
A symbol ending the fire of the once brightly burning torch
And as tears ran down the small boys face
Sad from the mistake that he could not erase
The Lord took the little boys hand
He led him onto Heavens white sand.