Only The Strong Survive Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

HONEY THE CAR IS PACK
THE HOUSE IS BOARDED ALL UP
AND YOUR KID IS SLEEPING IN THE BACK
WITH HIS FAVORITE SPONGE BOB SIPPING CUP
NOW THE HIGHWAY IS FREE
THERE NO COP FOR MILES
THEY WON'T BE HASSLING ME
SO I CAN DRIVE IN MY OWN STYLE
BECAUSE ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE
ONLY THE STRONG STAY ALIVE
NOW HONEY SIT CLOSE AT MY SIDE
I TURN THE RADIO LOW
SO YOUR KID COULD SLEEP THROUGH THE RIDE
AND I SWEAR EVERYTHING WILL BE ALL RIGHT
AS LONG AS WE KEEP OUR FAITH IN SIGHT
ALONG WITH OUR HOPE TO GET US THROUGH THE NIGHT
BECAUSE ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE
ONLY THE STRONG STAY ALIVE
NOW HONEY CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DREAM YOUR DREAM
THE ONE WHERE WE ARE WALKING ON THE BEACH
WITH OUR NEW LIFE'S IN REACH
BECAUSE ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE
ONLY THE STRONG STAY ALIVE