Memory Train
There was a little boy, who was young and free,
He rode with his brother, in the little pick-up truck
All he remembers, was the deer on the road,
The swerving of the truck, rolling them over and over
The train was coming fast, honking its horn,
Flashing its lights, rushing to get past
For a moment, his older brother looked him in the eye,
Kissed him on the forehead, and whispered good-bye
With all his might, he threw him out the window,
Leaving himself as dead, all else was left unsaid.
Fifteen years later, the boy came home and was hit,
With the memory train, that whistled on
The memory train, hold’n all his nightmares strong
The memory train, as the rain poured down
Speeding down the road, with sorrow in his eyes
He crossed the tracks, of the memory train
The memory train, hold’n all his nightmares strong,
The memory train, as the rain poured down
Ghostly shivers fly down his spine,
As he sees the tracks not far behind,
And the cross he planted for his brother; the memory of his
mourning mother,
Piercing his heart like a poisoned arrow
There was a train that was coming fast, honking its horn,
Flashing its lights, rushing to get passed,
His rear view mirror, held the tragedies of the night,
When he could no longer see the cross, of the memory train
The memory train, long covered up in vain,
The memory train, hold’n his nightmares strong
Author's note: I can't get the stanzas to work, the words keep jumbling together. Any ideas?
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