No love for the strong
Or
Chevy
Not many know this,
Ford and Toyota do
We cars are alive
Much like you
We feel your pain,
Your fears, you doubt,
We are sworn to protect you
Both inside and out.
They call me Chevy
Made in 1953
I'm a very old timer
I've seen many things
I've had many owners
They've all had to move on
But none were as thankless
As the girl they called Swan
I was a gift from her father,
Who puts his life on the line,
To protect, much like I do'
But she pushed him aside.
She took me to school,
And I carried her safely,
She admired my strength,
And my coat of cherry.
Then one faithful day,
As we prepared to go,
A young 'snapper careened in
And almost crushed my doe.
But a hero intervened
And saved her from the tomb,
His name was Edward
He marked me for doom.
My lass was quite taken
By this cold demon-child,
Leaving me by the road
For their romps in the wild
With a boy fast as he,
There was no use for me,
There's no love for the strong
For the old there's no need.
He abandoned her once,
In the forests so green'
Perhaps she'd find
More time with me
But without her lost-love
She'd much rather die
She traded me for adventure
And even death this time.
Her lost love returned
Followed this time
By a fine lad named Jacob
Who brought me back to my prime.
Edward, thus jealous,
And untrusting of his girl,
Removed my engine
Alas! Weakened by the churl.
My engine was recovered,
But alas, too late!
The two were betrothed
And by a Mercedes I was replaced.
Can this young 'un carry her
Though the rain and the slate?
Edward buys for style
And to him I'm a disgrace.
I'm on the belt now,
To be smashed away
What I'd give to be loved again,
If only for a day.
The crusher approaches
I've lived my life well
But I wonder now, for cars at least,
Is there a heaven and a-
