Goddess in traffic

[I heard about St Patrick asking that question thru nod]

In the blaze, no I wouldn’t just save myself, I’ll fight thru corbin,

Down green druid paths, lined with trees,

I unfasten st patricks breastplate, and would he ask me sadly,

Then what it is sustains me? On the nature strip,

Before the onslaught of heated traffic, by the road,

Would I just stare blankly at you and hope, that

Goodness will prevail, and we’ll all be saved, tho how,

A tsunami of love will come above satellites fallen sky,

We’ll dream of touching other stars ‘cept ourselves,

One day, and my arm reaching down, in the end to pull

You up with me, my friend, my heart holding together,

It all just touches my soul, makes me want to cry, cause I don’t

Know why it’s your face in traffic, not God’s, I love best