Love's Last Ride
Blown away in the breeze,
The train has just arrived.
My babies gone with its wind.
Where he is going, I’m not sure,
Those wheels keep on rolling
My baby further along as his
Woman waits behind.
Miles apart, so far away,
Distance rolls down this line.
The train will not stop carrying
Him away, further from my door.
Soft breezes disappear, the sky
Screams to me becoming so loud.
Night’s lights guide his way
As she carries him from me.
His desire, their love, the roaring engine
Causes his memory to slip away,
Leaving me and his life behind.
Her whistle sings out his love for that train.
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