Was late and cold and wet and dark
Cold as hell I drove round the park
And far ahead my lights arrested stark
Wet was she lost and locked out the ark
And looking closer blinding pouring rain
Dark the night sore and drove with pain
All the fights we had my energy drain
The walking out my soul you strain
Images flashed of your car broke down
Too many scary faces from out of town
Stark loss I looked and felt your gown
To rush out after what we had disown
Tell my self then it's worth go save
A soul mate the wilderness to brave
Soul of gold I then saw the shave
What made you swerve out the tunnel cave
Took my life in hand to be strong
Me and arguing I know was wrong
By the roadside your wet figure long
Surprise and shock you made it along
Arno Le Roux 2014
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