The speed of my automobile exclusively Depends on the wheelman which earth born Crave where the passengers await it destination, Seeing an endless road ahead. Every four years is its renewal with the Hope of getting to the promise terra-firma Where the Israelites peregrinate to With despondency from it adversaries. Only the strong survive to drive the car twice.
Oh! My wrecked car needs help; Oh! My foolhardy driver needs help The despoiled car got it wound from exterior Forces; where there is no necessity for protect, Asthenic tyre dawdle the speed. The engines that fabricate the car now hassle Each other with hopeless range in anger. In this car, life live by the way car live life.
My enfeebled heart deems of the Mechanic who can revamp my sick car. My position calls for change which we need; Marooning us inside the darkest tunnel to fracas, The predators which we see not. Let’s have a heroic search, Seeing not the vices of the past motorist.
Wheel the car oh driver! Wheel the car to the right path That the passenger serene Wheel pass the motor park where other, Cars swift with competition among them My car my bucolic with countless myriad resources.
My pal in pain I know what you’re going through, but never forget my mate the chief difference between distance and separation. There, you cry at your home and here, I feel downhearted in mine. Feeling an awkward distance in
call to duty tears him from his family, fighting war he causes not separate him from society he loves best, defending indefensible most times disconnect him from the loved ones maintaining imaginary “peace” elsewhere creates void at home at sea
Through the narrow curves, of street, my mind, walked along the evening breeze; I reached Over the banks of a near-by lake, where I Used to sit in my college-days; with sweet Memories of girls, I loved, I remembered, Sitting