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A Stranger's love
Speeding down the highway at a quarter to five,
pretty and popular and glad to be alive,
i don't really care how fast i drive,
cuz i don't want to be the last one to arrive.
the driver ahead of me is moving too slow,
can't he see the lights are on green, that means go.
i yell you dumb fool!the lights are on green!
he says, you're too pretty to be so obscene.
just get out of my way! i yell as i pass,
then i flip him the bird and step on the gas.
i really should not have been going so fast,
the last thing i remember was shattering glass.
i try to scream but no sound comes out,
i choke as my own blood fills up my mouth.
someone reaches in and offers a hand,
i look up to see that same slow driving man.
i'm immediately filled with regret and shame,
he says to me "young lady, tell me your name"
i choke and i sputter as i try to reply,
and all i can think is i don't want to die.
my vision is blurry and my head feels so light,
he whispers to me"you're gonna be alright,
just don't give up, you've got to fight,
i'll stay here with you if it takes all night."
he stays with me throughout my ordeal,
i wish i could tell him how sorry i feel.
at the hospital he stays by my bed,
if it weren't for him i would probably be dead.
i fall asleep as he sings me a song,
and when i awake, this strange man is gone.
i don't know who he is not even to this day,
but wherever you are i just want to say,
there are good people in this world,
you're one of them with your heart of gold,
you gave me the strength to fight to live,
all that i have i would willingly give,
just to see your face once more,
and express the thanks that i couldn't before,
maybe i dreamed you because sometimes i feel,
that you were an angel or you weren't real,
but each time i look at the scars covering me,
i think of how much worse it could be,
i'm alive today and its all because of,
a stranger who showed me unconditional love.
pretty and popular and glad to be alive,
i don't really care how fast i drive,
cuz i don't want to be the last one to arrive.
the driver ahead of me is moving too slow,
can't he see the lights are on green, that means go.
i yell you dumb fool!the lights are on green!
he says, you're too pretty to be so obscene.
just get out of my way! i yell as i pass,
then i flip him the bird and step on the gas.
i really should not have been going so fast,
the last thing i remember was shattering glass.
i try to scream but no sound comes out,
i choke as my own blood fills up my mouth.
someone reaches in and offers a hand,
i look up to see that same slow driving man.
i'm immediately filled with regret and shame,
he says to me "young lady, tell me your name"
i choke and i sputter as i try to reply,
and all i can think is i don't want to die.
my vision is blurry and my head feels so light,
he whispers to me"you're gonna be alright,
just don't give up, you've got to fight,
i'll stay here with you if it takes all night."
he stays with me throughout my ordeal,
i wish i could tell him how sorry i feel.
at the hospital he stays by my bed,
if it weren't for him i would probably be dead.
i fall asleep as he sings me a song,
and when i awake, this strange man is gone.
i don't know who he is not even to this day,
but wherever you are i just want to say,
there are good people in this world,
you're one of them with your heart of gold,
you gave me the strength to fight to live,
all that i have i would willingly give,
just to see your face once more,
and express the thanks that i couldn't before,
maybe i dreamed you because sometimes i feel,
that you were an angel or you weren't real,
but each time i look at the scars covering me,
i think of how much worse it could be,
i'm alive today and its all because of,
a stranger who showed me unconditional love.
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