Railroad

Railroad


In the soft, gentle sways of the music,
  And the silent, deadly darkness of the night,
One can hear the distant train whistle,
  That screams from far away with all its might.
The music is the music that stays in your head,
  The darkness frightens anyone who's near,
When that giant train comes whirring by,
  The deaf all the sudden can hear.
As the yellow morning light comes over the horizon,
  The animals start to stir and open their eyes,
Amazingly no one is afraid anymore,
  And the world that was asleep is now alive.