Black and heavy, that’s how they roll. Through time of trials, hope and happiness, they tread the fine line wanting more. They journey along pathways forged, and tire as they age. Like you and I and the coals of a fire, they eventually see better days.

Carrying memories they’ll never forget, tossed on the heap of lost moments, they travel to the grave from their first ’til their last, and catch in the fires of forever. We see their ash rise and fall and their remnant always remains, mixed with the earth and trod through life, we witness their rebirth everyday

Guess what I am?

The Answer is: After a little discussion, it has been decided that this description more aptly describes a Car …. I was going for tyres