Trains

One young boy
Who used to black clothes wear
Sitting on a bridge
Under which train rails lead

Watching the trains
Dreaming of better life
Wondering where
Where far away they go

His mournful existence
Cryed out last hopes
Broken inside
He decided to go

With his eyes full of tears
And blood full of wine
He watched the train
comming from the far

Oh how much he yearned
For true love in his life
Well once he found
But she`s gone away now

Got last money in his pocket
And a few cigarettes
Number seven train was comming
Boy thought of life and death

His heart started to beat faster
As the train got closer
He glanced on the stars
And he wished he could leave

He closed both his eyes
Wispered some words
Waited for the train
And then he jumped

Sitting on a metal roof
With wind in his hair
He lit one cigarette
And wide he smiled...

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