i laid down on the railroad tracks,
hoping for God to finish me.
as the rain came pouring,
the thunder came rolling,
i wished the sun was over me.
but her warmth didn't come,
her cold breath came instead.
the snow settled all over me.
finally i could hear the engine,
i close my eyes.
oh Lord is it over for me?
but the end never came -
has He spared me?
i raised my head over the railroad tracks,
i see the demolition team.
turns out
the train don't come through,
here no more.
poor, poor, pitiful me.