train to past never ends
run to tell the story
of the sour life
ruin at every second
for the sake of love
that fake a bloody heart
and pain of it
prosper like never ending crop
the tree that lives longer
than the man itself
the poor god and
the God heart
for it's sake
will melt in itself
and will grant
itself love of it's kind
the affair that no one care
and fall in the sea
to glue a scene
in everyone eyes
it melts in tears
and the train to past
just end on it's last station
glare the sky
and the hut
past see the future
and cry on it's faith
try to board train for
further past
to get more time
but past never moves
it remains there
forever
but train had to
move back to future
and the heart
will froze again
pain will vanish
with insensitive veins
that flows
through world
carrying sorrow of God
no one will care
his production
will ruined
himself.....