The Train (the end of the line)

Leisure thoughts of traveling, across

unknown  parts of land

Shimmering waters, bridged by rainbows,

show the work of God's own hand

I'm not alone as we speed along life's

tracks and stops along the way

There are others here who ride this train,

some traveling night and day

Most have a destination, maybe friends,

or work, or play

Others ride looking for a home, someplace far away

Leaving all that they had, never looking back, and

praying all the way

The end of the line lies near, for all who ride this

certain train

All must depart, and go their way, thru the

sunshine or the rain

Some hopeful for a new start in life, others

fleeing guilt or pain

But one thing for sure, for all of them

They shant go back again