It moves along, slow & steadily
Never stopping, never waiting
Never ceasing nor abating
It just keeps moving on
Her dreary lullaby rings out readily
So distant, yet so clear
As it echoes through the years
But just keeps moving on
It chugs at its own pace
Never slower, never faster
And the old train master
Just keeps it moving on
With it's nameless face,
And it's tuneless melody
Of our dreams & memories
As it keeps us moving on.
Its haunting rhythm chants
Of all things we call memorable,
Of our fates we hold inevitable,
As we keep moving on
Our life in but a glance
So gloomy, yet so grand
Still the train waits for no man
And just keeps moving on.
Life slips through my fingers
Hypnotized by her droning hymn
As the shadows grow so dim
Still we keep moving on
Its recurring rhythm lingers
Its song, it leaves a stain
We must get off the train,
And we stay--as it moves on
The only sound now is silence
The light is quickly fading
The darkness now cascading
We can never get back on
We must yield in compliance,
We brought death through our persistence,
For the train was our existence,
But now the train has gone...
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