The War, the Car, the Bridge, and the Song

I know I've been acting strange. I know the world has been getting rearranged. I know you think we are getting old. I know we don't have much to go. But you cannot lose hope.

Without you the boat sinks, the army retreats, and the war desists.

Without you the fuel runs out, the headlights burn out, the road stays untraveled.

Without you our bridge has one end, the roads will never mend, the sun will set.

Without you the song stays unsung, the chords will never ring, the spirit will sink.

Without the end there will be no success nor reward. Like black or white, we can never stop here until here means the end, the finish line ahead, and the goals we set. So don't stop at the first sign of danger, don't stop at the interference, struggle, or barrier. You have gone this far in our beautiful war, our faithful car, our symbolic bridge, and our heartful song; don't stop until you reach the end.

Please believe me when I say my antic disposition will not be in vain. The world will always be ever-changing. Time will never slow down. But matter how much we have to go, you cannot lose hope.