Crossing
ts a train with an ending,
Its a train painted red
Its an escort to the heavens for those pronounced dead
The doorways a bit shoddy
The front lamp has gone dim
But the train will keep moving destined to stop again
You cant see the tracks laid
Or the fare that has been paid
But the depot has a candle that's burning bright with flame
Alighting all the pathways that on the ground are same
Its a train with an ending
Its a train painted red
Patrons of this town gaze wondering where its been
Thinking to themselves about their long lost friends
Glimpsing thru the windows seeing passengers on the train
Realizing the moments come to wave goodbye again
Its a train with an ending
Its a train painted red
Years may pass as the attendant knows
Before again this train whistle blow
The proud attendant standing by
Has a box full of tissue for those who cry
Copyright © Lorraine Peterson | Year Posted 2020
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