Once more I am waiting for the train...
Every Christmas eve I do the same.
I look to the left and right...
No one else but me in sight.
Every year I sit here and wait...
Hoping it's still never too late.
My very little resting place...
Where I was taken leaving no trace.
It's an old abandoned station...
Placed on a forgotten location.
Around here no one ever comes...
It's always the same when the day sums.
But I stay without shame...
Waiting on my ghost train.
In my hands I still hold the ticket...
Now just slightly wrinkled a bit.
I stand to walk up and down the area...
Kind of thinking of my past life era.
I gently kick a rock laying on the ground...
Still hoping to eventually hear the train's sound.
In truth my hope is there and not lost...
Even though to the other side I've crossed.
As long as heaven for me opens the gate...
I will visit the place that became my eternal fate.
Every year God grants me the chance...
To descend from heaven to give the world another glace...
So I wait for the machine I gave the nickname...
Yes, just waiting for that ghost train...
The one that never came...
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