The Ghost Train
The Ghost Train.
On the train thst rides alone,
Along this track of skin and bone,
Find locations to me ubknown
The Ghost train comes.
Sitting staring watching paths but which seems to me to be just laughs,
The ghost train comes.
Darker now the tunnels come,
Feelings gone and nothings done
Inlook for signs of were I have been
But cannot see becaude my eyes are dim,
The ghost train comes.
I,m on this train fir life I think
But ghost trains are'nt real just minds out of sync
Inlook outside the door is open,
My brain is all rattled slow and broken,
I step off now the train has gone
I reflect inside of what I have done,
For nine years I rode that train
I lost true love and half of my brain
And what I,ve learned is one damn thing
Don,t live your life to love one thing,
For me a little lives inside,
Still taking people for a ride,
So when you decide to take a train
Take the path that's true and sane,
Please don't live a life in vane.
THIS IS THE AGE OF THE TRAIN.
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