Runaway TrainYou're my little runaway train, thundering down the line. Rocking, swaying. Hoping, praying that everything will turn out fine.Runaway Train
Huddled in the back but it doesn't matter to me. Scared as frack but no place I'd rather be.
Up, down, headed for the town, where hopes and dreams come true. No one, even a conductor around, just Us: me and you.
Coming to the end of that line, I say it one, and you say it two. Here we are, with just enough time, for one last "I love you".
The ChildThe ChildThe Child
“So child, which tale do you wish to hear tonight?” Asked the old man, his voice breaking the silence in the room. He was seated on an antique armchair, expertly crafted and covered in fine silks and cushions from several palaces. At his feet was seated a child, cross legged and staring up admiringly. The fading light of the evening glinted in her eyes.
“Tell me of the elements, grandfather.” Replied the keen child, addressing the wise man by the customary name for an elder; unaware of his title.
“Very well, my child. What do you wish to kn
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All of my memories
Keep You near
In silent moments
Imagine You'd be here
your support really means alot!
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I secretly pop his collar when no one is looking.
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All of my memories
Keep You near
In silent moments
Imagine You'd be here
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