There's a man dying on the side of the road, won't make it home tonight. He was driving fast on his cellular phone, that's how he lived his life. And while he was hangin' by a thread these were the final words he said; my girl turns sweet sixteen today, she's beautiful, so beautiful. It might get rough sometimes but I hope she keeps her faith. I wish I grabbed a chance to say to her life is too short so take the time and appreciate. There's a women crying on the kitchen floor, she got a call tonight. Now she's trembling outside her daughter's door walks in and holds her tight wondering how and where to start. Is there a way to shield her heart?