At the End of a Railroad Track

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Sometimes we don't know what to do with our lives. Sometimes the only thing we can do is follow that track.

Submitted: March 13, 2008

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I seek salvation,

At the end of a railroad track,

With an old blind dog,

And a beat up hobo pack.

 

I don’t know where the railroad will take me,

I haven’t the slightest clue,

I only hope that I can see,

The truth beneath the lie.

 

The railroad track is long,

With lots of hills and valleys,

But I press on while singing a song,

About my life and my mistakes.

 

I never know if I will find,

A way to erase my sin,

Or a way to ease my mind,

And allow me to take a rest.

 

I just keep on walking slow,

With a song on my lips,

And my old blind dog in tow,

Searching for myself along life’s worn out track.

 

I seek salvation,

At the end of a railroad track,

With an old blind dog,

And a beat up hobo pack.


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