Almost there, honey…

She’s holding on
While he drives by a snowy road
Witnessed by the white hills
and street lamps standing solid
Raging wind hitting the car’s front window
Making it difficult to see through the storm
He curses and almost crash
But he’s driving fast

She cries and moans between prayers
A new form of life getting impatient

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