This Train


The clouds resolve
O’ thy Love
Follow your heart and soul
Her eyes burn with passion
Bleeding ink just to make progression
Ripped jeans, loose T-shirt
A child with no voice
Chooses to sing loud
She decides to finally speak out
Rip her heart open
To find much more than a suicidal lover
Rainbows evolve when her hands are working
The train is moving
Onto happiness…
To freedom and liberty
These words are her escape
The clouds resolve
O’ thy Love
Follow your heart and soul

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