The Woman On the Road
Twenty-eight years ago, I met a woman on the road
It was a cold winter night and she was laying all alone
I gave her my coat and held her blood-soaked hand
I never knew her name but I gave her all I had
I told her my name and that she was no longer alone
I promised that I would stay, until she decided to go home
It’s hard to find words for someone’s last moments of life
I knew she was somebody’s daughter or quite possibly someone’s wife
I’ve carried her with me, every day since that night
With my heart covered in blood, as I hold her hand tight
Somewhere in this world, her family still grieves
I wish I could tell them, in my heart she’ll never leave
If I was granted one wish, I’d share with them her last night
So they could see that a stranger, showed her love at that site
The twisted metal and blood would no longer be
If they could just use my eyes and see what I’ve seen
September 1, 2020
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