The Writers' Circle

Driving the highway with the radio on
Turning towards your left
Wondering what's next?

The road is clear and filled with bars
You look left and right
Wondering the plight

Suddenly without thinking, you make a left
You see over your head
An hurt old woman whose almost dead


Jump out the car to see who it is
To your shock and surprise
She's about to die

You yell and howler for her to please stay alive
So shock to your eyes
She opens her eyes

She gives a nice smile and looks at your face
A face so pure
To her heavenly cure

She smiles on down, knowing she's safe
You put her in to the motor sickle
Just to take her to the nearest hospital

By the time you get there, it's already too late
Her time at last 
Her soul has passed

You cry and wither
Thinking to yourself, it's all your fault
Feeling responsible for having a life a halt

But suddenly the woman, her soul is free
She smiles at you 

Telling you to have faith in yourself
Even though the things in life, just can't be helped.