Song Of Sadness


A train is rolling.
Pushed by the night and watched by the moon.
Taking me where I'm going.
I hope I will get there soon.
There is someone missing.
Was he pushed by surprise and washed by the sea?
Taken away so suddenly.
How can it be?

Passengers on this train
might know where to go but not if we get there.
Passengers on this train.
Different before.
Wealthy or poor.
Now we're all the same.
We're missed by or missing someone with a name.

A train a whistle.
Shouting its way through valleys and hills.
Did I just not listen?
Did I ignore the echoing chill?
There is someone missing.
Someone they love, good memories to think of.
What do we call this sorrow
of names in an endless row?

Passages on this train.
might know where to go but not if we get there.
Passengers on this train.
Different before.
Wealthy or poor.
Now we're all the same.
We're missed by or missing someone with a name.

What have I taken for granted,
to be caught off guard like this?
Thinking our kind was protected
from being thrown off of land,
and back in the sand - from all that is out of hand.

Passages on this train.
might know where to go but not if we get there.
Passengers on this train.
Different before.
Wealthy or poor.
Now we're all the same.
We're missed by or missing someone with a name.
We're missed by or missing someone with a name.
















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