A past of bumpy roads that brings nothings in everything..
Left behind with memories of yesterday to bid the future goodbye..
This train ain't no waiting for no one..
As passengers bid farewell..
Trains will keep coming..
But is it worth that wait?
Memories of nothings to make memories something.
Forgiveness of yesterday for acceptance of tomorrow..
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A gush of wind,
Blows through the silver linen silky snow..
With droplets of little rain in the gloomy clouds,
The silver linen silky snow
Seeks those gloomy clouds,
A risk to take.
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