I drive a car with so much fear
feeling that the end is near.
I get behind the driver’s seat
hearing my heart’s rapid beat.
My stomach feels like it’s been hit
I tell myself I’ve got to quit.
I pick myself up and start the car
knowing I haven’t got very far.
I put in gear this death machine
making sure all my senses are keen.
Fear grips me as I start to drive
and I thank God I’m still alive.
A little farther I must go.
A little farther down this road.
Written in 1996