s.w, d.w 

samfordean:

Four letters, 
        two boys, 
             one car 
Engraved into the very soul of —
                  their shelter,
                                  their ride,
         their home 
These wheels keep them rolling, 
  on the road,
            and in life,
    we’re not giving up on her 
         (she battles, she fights)
She’s bruised, 
          she’s battered, 
                          she’s beautiful 
   ( don’t you dare think otherwise )
Black deeper than your darkest nightmares, 
                and silver shinier than your brightest dreams
So these boys —
   they’ve lost a lot
(a mother, 2 fathers, a brother, an angel, and others to name)
       But her,
     they’ve got her
                (they need her)
And these initials,
    they’re so much more than scratches on a door
Their proof that she’s theirs —
   that’s always for sure