Life is much like a Railway Carriage
Passengers like Ghost with empty Baggage
The Misty essence of Memories
Recanting stories and past History's
Wishing I had known the travelers
As their lives unraveled
Did they live the best of life
and were they left to their own devise
Where were they going? did they even know?
Were they destined to meet a stranger or Beau
Or to have fortune told by A Gypsy's Tarot
I hope they found love
The greatest gift around
What was life like and where were they bound
Were they riding the Train?
To escape Pain
Or just for the freedom from the distance they gained
Where were they going? did they even know?
Were they destined to meet a stranger or Beau
Or to have fortune told by A Gypsy's Tarot
Did the Ladies rejoice with hopeful song
Running from prejudice would not take long
Singing about fields of Yellow and Gold
Tales of love that never grew old
So many young faces riding the train
Most looking ghostly with lines of pain
The locomotive picking up speed
Books left open now never to reed
Where were they going? did they even know?
Were they destined to meet a stranger or Beau
Or to have fortune told by A Gypsy's Tarot
Some travelers looked old but still in their prime
Running away from old father time
As great ancestors gathered together
The first class passenger bathed in its splendor
I am inspired by the Railway stock
Brass fittings and papered in flock
The deep red Velvet of curtains and Chairs
Wondering how they afforded the fare
My railway journey was a mystery
As I enter a tunnel and its history
Where were they going? did they even know?
Were they destined to meet a stranger or Beau
Or to have fortune told by A Gypsy's Tarot
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