I hide from sadness in behind the wheel
the road ahead is stretched in winding spells
there’s magic in the night
and its appeal
a blessing or a curse that leads to hell
the road is sparkling with the tiny bits of stars
that wink hello from every street lamp on the way
I think they get me
see my pain and touch my scars
they promise that today is not the day
and in the darkest night the moon’s aglow
above horizon
it will rise and gently stay
so if by morning I am in my deepest low
I know the road will be my final grave
not yet
there’s much to do
I’m here to stay
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