Flight Of Thought On Railtrack

Chilling is the wind!

And winter is the floor,

The sound that came from the railway station is the background score.

When dogs howl comes into the silent dark room,

It sounds like a melody,

Which opens the broken doors.

For there is no reason to open the broken,

But what they say is, you do!

You do try to push.

To heal the open wound,

We need the clear sound.

I know you want to dance,

I know that I want!

Then you have to open arms.

Or I have to break the door.

And because winter is the floor,

The barefoot have to cheer,

"Cheer so that the melody, could end the share of its waiting."

'It is only who was being like it is only who was dating.'

The winds that needed beats,

Your cheer became their sheets.

The trains then added rhythm, and the signal gave the light`.

You didn't just push

You know you took a flight.`

Was it real, that seemed oblivion?

Was that I or,

You?