My train

the train is going round and back
we're driving through the land
behind the windows flowers show
that beauty is my lovely friend

for 1000 times I changed direction
my heart and soul have tried to fly
but I am a human not a bird
and life is sometimes just a lie

the lights won't shine in nowhere land
and trains must stop in these old states
just silence walking through the grass
there's dust and pain between the gates

the train did start in winter night
my soul was almost broken
the face was full of tears and regrets
but love and god had spoken

let's move the train to unknown land
I can hear holy voices
the ugly sounds are not as real
as truth or love are in the end