Speeding through darkness,
The train rattles on,
Slowing,
The next station stop.
Feel the year closing,
Slowly shutting down each day,
With a hope of rest.
A turbulent year,
In many ways,
Will it end,
Be better,
Next year?
As complex as simple is.
Speeding through darkness,
The train rattles on,
Slowing,
The next station stop.
Feel the year closing,
Slowly shutting down each day,
With a hope of rest.
A turbulent year,
In many ways,
Will it end,
Be better,
Next year?