In the hallway I see the most beautiful thing
So warm and full of care
It takes the chill out of the air
Deep and devoid of fear
It makes me want to jump in a happy cheer
I wonder why sometimes people cant see what i see there
Those beautiful eyes so full of care......
The raven haired lady, your precious special one.
It would be forever, but her love is now gone.
She is with another, or so you were told.
The message was short, but your heart is now cold.
Thus here you stand, along the train track.
Memories flash past, there is no way back.
Back at the house, it seemed a fine song.
But quite another, to move it along.
The impact seems dull, a great yellow train.
Onward it thunders, you feel now no pain.
You look back and see, the train which has gone.
There on the track, scattered in bone.
Silent you turn, of a grief none now hears.
A soft song is calling, soothing your ears
You turn to the distance, so shiny and bright.
And walk to the darkness, into the night.
Once at the river, you find the grim man.
Step in my boat, and tell me your plan.
You ask him your question, quite hasty and bold.
He will take you across, for only one gold.
You carry no sliver, but still he agreed.
Thus goes your spirit, from this world now freed.
Entry you find, at the rusted iron gate,
Down the gray track, without your soul's mate.
Hindside the gate, there seem quite a few.
Perhaps we'll meet again, in another life, anew.
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