Broad the train
I tell myself each day that It's never to late to board the train Even though I'm standing here in the pouring rain tears flowing down my cheeks it's not to late to board the train As my life's own train is running off track I tell myself it's never to late to board the train Would it be better to just to stay or just to go hell at the point I don't even know. it's not to late to board the train As one door open another door will close as dead leaves will fall new ones will grow it's never to late to board the train I already know that how life goes so maybe tomorrow I will board the train and escape all of this pain. By Joann Ink-a-Dink
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