We crossed paths literally
In the blink of an eye I was helping you off of the street
In front of passers by and all the house doors opening
Asking if you were alright
You were out of breath
Your hands still on your knees
A busted up Orange Crush two liter at your feet
Bursting with apology
I was visibly shaken
You sat down next to me
In broken English you quietly spoke your peace
Pulled up to that Stoney's bar
Said I've had a drink here before while you looked across the street
I said let's go inside
The first fifty rounds on me
Promised that you'd be right there
I never saw you again
But your broken reflectors I keep
In the back of my truck just to seal your memory
Oh Victor I hope you don't hate me
I hope the vivid image of my headlights don't haunt you in your sleep
Oh Victor I hope you don't hate me
I hope you break the chains of poverty and crush your enemies
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