The Last Ride

The Last Ride I do not know how many rode the train Who they were or the stories they told? I know that they were rounded up Treated like animals by true animals But I do lie just a little bit I knew of one person who was shipped for being old I heard her story so many times from my mother She was loaded in and killed as soon as she stepped out No other crime except living a long life and becoming old Yes, I do cry for everyone who was forced on that train The ones who died for not committing any crimes But my thoughts are still with that old lady The pain and sadness she must have suffered And the moment of her death in a cold blank room I have never met her but I wish I had My great-grandmother will live forever In my heart, my mind and my soul