Pumping steam and racing horses
Laughter and welcoming applauses
Exchanged of food, bread for coins
Clothes and crafts all had points
Gossips and eyes watching passes
Suitcase and suits rushing classes
Mother's goodbyes to sons and daughters
Tears of hope, for difference in waters
Ye Old Rail stood so great
Never was stained or had a break
The path was greener, never this green
Always clear, visions were lean
Years tracked bye and all was lost
Covered in a blanket of nostalgic dust.
[Silence]
In the wilderness, alone,
Thy greatness left in the cold,
No where to run or steam to loan,
The road back home, far to hold.
I remember the hustle to get in,
The grabbing, pulling, pushing to sit,
The windows, a cinema within,
The talks that went round, a new friend could fit.
Too far from home, no way home,
The world so ignorant it left me here,
Everyday a struggle to keep out the foam,
But my roots stretches deep to bring me here.
Left my past for the future ahead,
And still with my baggage, I was never well set.
Going back home
