The Train
The Train
Train of my life, having carriages of memories,
Full of good 'n' bad moments.
Running on the track of time, using fuel of dreams.
Passengers kept coming 'n' going,
Yet no one is permanent
'N' the track is long.
Escaping through the high 'n' low paths,
But keep going, 'n' eager to reach on its
Final destination.
My Train is moving, on
"Hillock Of Struggles."
