Choo choo
as we pass across green valleys and
blue
skies
We see children dreaming and
birds singing
Couples holding hands;
and we see doubts
sitting
down
on the grass
It is going to rain, you tell me
Choo choo
As we pass across red
anemones
in smokey lands
We see sheep
waiting
crows
approaching
old men despairing
And we lose our
reasoning
in the raindrops
We are going to make
the world better, you tell me
Choo choo
and I believe you.
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