Too Late To Cry

Broken dreams, broken life walking the railroad track. No destination. Hold onto what goodness and sanity that was left. Following his infectious smile worn on a veneered face. To set aside the sunshine. Pools of sadness in unwelcome rain invaded his heart's dominion. Headphones bumping the song of his youth and sting of his tumbling thoughts. The train from behind came. Taking him far away from his incongruous existence. Things being as they should Weeping washed away by ignorance Turn up the Music Please