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-