The train is passing through the fields,
Leaving a scent of the past behind.
It follows and nothing can shield
From this sorrow, so easy to find.
Let it go and see for yourself,
There's nothing to gain in this delve.

She calls to him, still believing,
That her words can someday be heard.
Clouds part, a look so deceiving,
As the skies cry to be spared.
A fragile bird flies far, to its home,
Where others will listen,
Where she's not alone.