Life is a road I'll drive,
but not alone.
If I had no company,
I'd be a drone.
And by going lonesome, my soul
indeed will moan.
But if I cry, my tears
would soon postpone,
My Lord I'd try
to telephone.
'Dear Lord, my solace
I truly fear.
My joie de vive, it seems,
was sent arear.
Have mercy Lord! My plea
I beg you hear.
Eyes shut, hands off, the
wheel you must steer.'
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