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for your own interpretation....I know what I wrote it about... |
| By Tricia Kushen The train, it winds down the open tracks I wish I were on that train, and never coming back The hope, it gives to a better world Arriving approximately… …sometime… The hope, it lasts in hearts of the young As they grow, surrounded by war and hatred and pain The hope, remains in the mind of all Arriving approximately… …eventually… The train, it slows upon lonely tracks And stations its empty stop leaving empty box cars The smoke, it stops its driver steps out Arriving approximately… …never… |