Trains

Everytime I go through something bad,


I always end up on a train.


The sound of the tracks soothes me,


it's almost as if its home.


I look outside the window,


and I see the sunset early in the morning.


It reassures me the grass gets greener on the other side.


I see couples in love, young and old.


Nothing else matters while they're on this train ride.


All that matters is their love.


Love so simple and beautiful like a dove.


Life's moving too fast, just like this train.


I'm tired of getting hurt all over again.


Trains

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