Second Chances

I was standing on the Roadside
shakily holding out my thumb
Thinking of all the times I cried
I did not believe HE would come

HE warmly asked me to join HIM
and ride closely by HIS side
It's cold out here, it's warmer within
Yet somehow I knew HE lied

HE kindly smiled when HE rasped
I remind HIM of HIS daughter
the Road vanished, for breath I gasped
as hands pulled me from the water