Poetry By Mackenzie Louder The whistling of the wind in my ears The rattling of the train tracks As I tie myself down The train gets louder and my story begins with the end I close my eyes Feel the fears Coming down as tears But the tracks get louder I can feel my soul lurking for a home Louder Louder Until my train comes home I can see the light Turn to darkness And when I stop falling I stop But I can still hear the train I hear the train Louder Louder My soul lurks for a home But nobody's home Louder Louder I can see the light Brighter Brighter I feel no pain I must be gone It must be you Has the train stopped?
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