My car broke down in the middle of the woods

I was not prepared so I had no goods

The sun is burning on this hot, summer day

I see a stranger across the way

He peers at me with his long, stinging glare

And I think, does he hate me or does he care

I cannot believe what I see in his hand

I think, am I a coward or am I a man

I run away as fast as the wind

But hearing his voice

Made me lose it

I couldn’t rhyme

Or think of a way out

He catches up I start losing my breath

Only to find he has a helpful wrench in his hand

He finds the problem within my car

And fixes it with ease

Now I know you can still be scared

But if they really care

You shouldn’t be scared

You should face your fears and let them hear