Salvation WayA Poem by Carl
The lads and I went racing
Along Salvation Way Chrome plated Chevy's with engines roaring We said "This is the way we'll stay" There was Suzi and Johnny Mary Jo and me Two more crammed in to Billy's car In a bid to be free We'd all grown up together We'd all graduated from school Parents said we needed an education But we knew that wasn't cool So there we were driving along Looking tough and feeling alright Just some guys and girls out have a good time On a fateful Saturday night We passed along the Boulevard Towards the heart of town A little drunk but not over the limit We checked out what was going down Past the clubs and bars And all those kind of things Not caring what we said or did Oh the confidence that being young brings We all just kept on driving Thought we'd drive till the morning sun But then the night turned cold That's when it all begun Billy saw Laura with another guy We saw the anger in his eyes We knew that trouble was coming When Billy threatened to cut him down to size Billy got out of the car Walked slowly over the road Laura ran away from him His anger he could not withhold Billy screamed after his former girl That he'd make her new guy pay But his sentence was cut off in midstream As Laura's new guy blew Billy away We all just sat there stunned Mary Jo started to cry Surely Billy could not be dead He was to young to die I thought that Billy was immortal I guess that I was wrong And as I covered his body with my coat I knew that Billy was gone Now I'm older and wiser And we've all gone our separate ways No longer a rebel ripping up the road Like I was in my younger days Laura's settled down as well Her man got thirty years I remember when Billy said he'd found true love His parents said it would end in tears But as I drive the Big old Buick Once more down Salvation Way I think of the times we had We all had a part to play And I think of my dear friend Billy And a tear comes to my eye Billy you will never be forgotten Your memory will never die © 2016 CarlReviews
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1 Review Added on July 6, 2016 Last Updated on July 6, 2016 AuthorCarlQuality Street - EnglandAboutHi I'm Carl. I'm from England. I can't remember a time when I did not write. I went to school and had the most amazing teacher an American called Martin Foxwell. He taught me so much. The greatest le.. more..Writing
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