Across the rugged terrain
of an unequally yoked marriage
I travel, with a flat tyre
and no jack
The rim is bent and buckled
the CV joints warn out
but onwards I push
I will pursue till the end
And when I get to the crest
of this mountainous life
With knees bleeding
and finger nails split
Cracked lips and pale eyes
I'll look back at the
piece of scrap
I once called love
And cry.