Looking around I see the faces of broken men
bore into the dredge of life
on a train going nowhere and nowhere too go
sitting waiting for the next stop
a life thats broken
broken of will
a shout goes out its their number up
time to move on now
make room for another drudge
I see in their eyes a look understood
a nod of acceptence
a mirrored tip
my life on the train now ..
time to get off
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 12:03 PM UTC
Looking around I see the faces of broken men
bore into the dredge of life
on a train going nowhere and nowhere too go
sitting waiting for the next stop
a life thats broken
broken of will
a shout goes out its their number up
time to move on now
make room for another drudge
I see in their eyes a look understood
a nod of acceptence
a mirrored tip
my life on the train now ..
time to get off
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