The Weary Train
Looking Aimlessly out the train window
through the fog and rain, as it pounded against the glass.
He stared into the distance waiting, searching... hoping
His dreams of passion, redemption, and solitude gone...
His heart manifesting his own destiny, as he sat and waited.
On that old train, he watched and waited through the glass windows.
He gazed through the cracked glass, and watched down the withered halls
He waited in his own sanctuary which he called his own. He never gave in.
His body growing old with the years, his heart staying forever young
He seemed to be withering away, but he was determined.
Peace in his mind was what he was looking for.
His heart told him that he should stay on this train,
This train would be where his biggest dream,
and his biggest fear would be revealed.
But when...
Slowly he was becoming delirious
Days had become weeks, and weeks and become years
and yet he still waited... and waited...
In the shelter of his ongoing journey,
the old man's heart had grown younger
the more child-like he felt, the more he wondered...
was he ever mature enough for anyone..
He thought of his selfishness, for following just his heart,
and not thinking about anyone else.
He was selfish. He was selfish.
Why did he ever leave? Why did he ever come?
He, waiting and looking, had lost track on these questions..
Clouded by fate, Trapped in life's cruel agony.
Oh dear agony, dear pain, dear life
His voice older, spoke these words...
I Give In.
Then one morning, while the train slowly chugged its way down the tracks
He sat up, looking at the other booth across from him
Ripped and torn from the great amount of passengers..
He watched, as if time had stopped, as a woman walked past,
past his sanctuary..
she was also searching..
She was a young woman,
he beauty was indescribable,
her wisdom, unsurpassed
and her heart...
… yes her heart...
what ever happened to her heart
I do not know..
Why through the years on this train,
The only one to ever say hello.
To ask kindly to sit in his sanctuary.
She unclouded his mind.
As the angels rained down light from the heavens
The rain had cleared, the clouds and opened.
He had just realized the answer..
His greatest fear not himself,
but the aching, bleeding pain of being alone.
His greatest dream,
This Woman.
The old man approaches the woman
asking not who she was, but if she could take his hand
agreeing, he walked her to the exit of the tattered train
I would like for you to walk with me,
for this is the first time i've left this train in...
in...in...
I can't remember..
but all I can say is,
You've changed me.
You.. have.. changed.... me...
through the fog and rain, as it pounded against the glass.
He stared into the distance waiting, searching... hoping
His dreams of passion, redemption, and solitude gone...
His heart manifesting his own destiny, as he sat and waited.
On that old train, he watched and waited through the glass windows.
He gazed through the cracked glass, and watched down the withered halls
He waited in his own sanctuary which he called his own. He never gave in.
His body growing old with the years, his heart staying forever young
He seemed to be withering away, but he was determined.
Peace in his mind was what he was looking for.
His heart told him that he should stay on this train,
This train would be where his biggest dream,
and his biggest fear would be revealed.
But when...
Slowly he was becoming delirious
Days had become weeks, and weeks and become years
and yet he still waited... and waited...
In the shelter of his ongoing journey,
the old man's heart had grown younger
the more child-like he felt, the more he wondered...
was he ever mature enough for anyone..
He thought of his selfishness, for following just his heart,
and not thinking about anyone else.
He was selfish. He was selfish.
Why did he ever leave? Why did he ever come?
He, waiting and looking, had lost track on these questions..
Clouded by fate, Trapped in life's cruel agony.
Oh dear agony, dear pain, dear life
His voice older, spoke these words...
I Give In.
Then one morning, while the train slowly chugged its way down the tracks
He sat up, looking at the other booth across from him
Ripped and torn from the great amount of passengers..
He watched, as if time had stopped, as a woman walked past,
past his sanctuary..
she was also searching..
She was a young woman,
he beauty was indescribable,
her wisdom, unsurpassed
and her heart...
… yes her heart...
what ever happened to her heart
I do not know..
Why through the years on this train,
The only one to ever say hello.
To ask kindly to sit in his sanctuary.
She unclouded his mind.
As the angels rained down light from the heavens
The rain had cleared, the clouds and opened.
He had just realized the answer..
His greatest fear not himself,
but the aching, bleeding pain of being alone.
His greatest dream,
This Woman.
The old man approaches the woman
asking not who she was, but if she could take his hand
agreeing, he walked her to the exit of the tattered train
I would like for you to walk with me,
for this is the first time i've left this train in...
in...in...
I can't remember..
but all I can say is,
You've changed me.
You.. have.. changed.... me...