Through the Years and Miles

Winding roads through the Santa Cruz pines, Headlights carving out the darkened lines.

You in the passenger seat, feet on the dash, Radio low,

hearts burning fast. Through the years and miles, we carried on, From Atlanta's lights

to the California dawn. Every turn, every twist, we made it

strong, Building a life, singing our song. A little house

with a picket fence dream, Turned into kids and backyard swings. Laughter echoed through

every hall, We built it together, we built it all.

And when the road felt heavy, We'd stop, hold steady. Through the years