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.