The Neverending Freight Train
My father explained it to me this way
“It was like getting on a freight train. There was no getting off,”
Those are the words he used when discussing commitment to my mother you see
I tried to get off the train, but I couldn’t get off
The love and the safety that I felt from your presence was so much better than
The world outside of what we had built which was cold and cruel
We cried, fought, and talked and talked
Yet I still could not get off
How could I get off the train?
The train that we had so carefully crafted together
The train that we had built with our own hands
I simply could not get off
I simply cannot get off
And we will still fight
And we will still cry
We will have problems that have no reason as to why
And I don’t know about you
But I never want to get off
Copyright © Sarah Frey | Year Posted 2024
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