Side of the road

Lights that deceive, burning scars at night, to grieve
Falling tears as easy as spilling drops of blood
Carelessly blunders forth
Young lives lost

The snakes are attracted by the scent
Always hinders the rescue process
Family members tread over
Black tarred death

Independence gained and respect lost
Lucky enough to escape
Countless deals sealed with a turning wheel
The devil greets most grinning over his cape

Out of ash and glass, some will scrape
Material bonds to the death
Little white cross with a picture of a girl
Father plants its by the side of the road
Seeking no retribution
Comforts his wifes weeps
Each time passing the memorial