Jermaine Carter - Old car

I pass by it everyday after school,
and i see my dad's old car sitting in the drive,
i has cought some rust,
and the tires are worm and flat.
the windshield is cracked
and you can see through the bottom floor,
and flowers are growing out of it,
then i went to my dad and asked why,
why do you keep holding on to a old car,
he turned and smiled,
he said son, the memories.....

the memories of an old life,
that has taken hold,
alas it is but an old car, but somethings are still gold

and then i realize,
his heart is still in love with and old flame

Jermaine Carter

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