I can’t speak
How i wish i could
Sometimes i whisper when i get a flat tire
Don’t blame me, you put me through hell
I must be tired
See i have desires
But you are unwilling to retire
Near every stop, and when you do
You go for all your belly requires
Oh driver, don’t loose me though
I am willing to take you home
My brothers, the three others
Too tired to smile
Too weary to sigh
We don’t always know your destination
Instead of procrastination
We still get you there
We don’t ask for much
So it’s only fair that you look down into our affair
I have led you to your glories
The jobs, the family bonds
And all of your stories
I have willingly wheeled you there
Oh driver, don’t mean to brag
But i am willing to take you home
It’s not just about me though
It’s time you check things too
The little stuff that see you through
Either in any form
You only rise great out of things that are honored and cared for
Appreciate and see them as personal
The rewards are inversely proportional
So when you bask in your tales of triumph
Keep in mind the wheel in your trunk
That willingly wheeled you home.
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