Life is but a Train,
where the road seems to go on and ever on
we don't really know where we're heading
yet the train lugs on and ever on
Life is but a Train,
where the passengers come and go
some were already there when you boarded
some take their leave after you're seated
Life is but a Train,
where we find joy in companionship
yet though rails cross
it might still be lonely trip
Life is but a Train,
where the rails are never smooth
there might even come a day
when the train stops, never to move
Life is but a Train,
where you feel free to move about within
but in truest reality
your rails are set, as they always have been
Life is but a Train,
where you can choose to alight
end the journey, premature
only to plunge into eternal night
Life is but a Train,
where the road seems to go on and ever on
we don't really know where we're heading
yet still we must ride on
| Thoughts Became Words At 4:18 PM |
