The road I travel is lonesome...full of despair,
I'm filled with resentments...nothing's fair.
Mother warns me to stay home,
saying, "It's a world of sin...full of wrongs.
Not listening to a word she said,
seeking a life of ecstasy...maybe my deathbed.
I party all night, drinking,...out on the town,
my head's hazy and spinning around.
I round the curve...skidding out of control,
Mother's face appears, whispers, "Mary,
please don't go,"
Looking to the Heavens, I scream Jesus` name,
help me Lord...I'm the one to blame.
You knew me in my Mother's womb,
save me from this...my final doom.
The car comes to a screeching halt,
knowing this is my stubborn fault.
His light shines down in the night,
arms embrace and hold me tight.
Sitting there stoned...feeling no pain,
it's my fault...I'm the one to blame.
A change comes over me as I whisper His name,
"Jesus, this will never happen to me again."