The Train To Michigan
We were waiting while sitting on the seats of the train
Happy time to watch the unfolding journey again
Little faces, warm and cozy were lying beside me
Full of life, though sometimes I felt like stung by a bee,
How happy were they? I asked myself to a degree.
Wanted to touch the spirit, feeling numb in painful surgery.
Why like that? I thought for a while not knowing why
Need to stay strong to play the big role without any cry.
Angelic faces, heaven waits for all the blisters and pain.
I spoke to myself, taking the train to Michigan again.
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