There’s Nothing I Can Do
The train rolls on, it does not pause, A constant hum, a steady cause. I feel its weight, it drags me low, And yet, there's nowhere I can go. The world spins by, I stand still here, My soul, it trembles, filled with fear. The noise, the force, it breaks my mind, But no escape is what I find. I scream inside, but none will hear, A voice lost in the endless fear. The train keeps coming, pulling me, And yet, there's nothing I can see. No way to stop it, none to fight, I’m trapped within this endless night. The train, it seeks, it pulls me through, And yet, there’s nothing I can do.
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