Slow we ride
Into the blue horizon
Just a boy without a plan
& A girl with a heart of flowers
Leaving behind neglect and abuse
Running from the dark shadows of yesterday
Bruises on our bodies
Tragedies in our minds
Dried tears on our cheeks
Hope in our hearts
Holding hands as we disappear into the unknown
Slow car your wheels turn as we ride
Slow car can you hide us from the world?
Slow car never leave us naked and unprotected.
By Mikial Kenneth Millard
Copyright January 2015
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