Railroads and cascades
The train whistles through the wind
A shudder shivers as a ghost wails
What will become of us?
What will we find?
What will become of us?
Midnight strikes steel
Under the moonless sky
We hear him echo in sleep
Is this where we're meant to be?
Lost in the forest
A tear dries slowly
Eternal skin cracking with transient air
Squeamish in our dreams
The ripple of our grandfathers
Washes over still
What will become of us?
The putrid silence wails