GHOST TRAIN

Through the fields a ghost train

Winding from this hollow path

A black streak of heavy thunder

Passing miles of blighted grass

Windows full of skulls are staring

Onboard they know what fate

Awaits them through the slats of time

Souls left out in the rain

Condemned as always…

Low and for the difference

A scarce hope for retrieval

A prayer not pressed with ink

To travel on forever

Time has been unkind, permanent to ride

Through endless night

They cannot get away, the afterlife’s a freeze-frame

Sitting looking out and without a chance for change

Immortality has played a keeping game

No one ever leaves and no one wants to stay

Lyrics by L. Poems  copyright 1996, all rights reserved