Night Haul

In my truck shifting gears
Down the road, danger and fear
Animals, vehicles, weather go by
Hidden away, blackened sky
Every trip I arrive alive
Somehow manage to survive
Although tonight my time has come
Will not return, where I came from
Covered under the blanket night
There my soul does take flight
Sleeping soundly at the wheel
Reapers hand, last thing I feel

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