That song I was talking about in the previous blog

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I saw two old man sitting on chairs, brought by them to the middle of nowhere
Next to the train track they sat and though I could not hear them,
I knew they were talking about the past
And I couldn't help myself, like I never can
to imagine their stories and all their unexecuted plans

One was the son of a man in the army, making his mother an instant widow
Remembering the hollow in his body and the lice/lies so falsely accused
Suddenly becoming the oldest and raise it up, as the world falls down
Seeing the world he knew with his eyes closed burn down to the ground
And I couldn't help myself, like I never can
I took him in my heart and told him he'd done everything okay

And the other was a man married to a woman, worried to a woman light of heart
while his sank heavy like an anchor keeping his unholy boat stuck in the current of everything unlucky
but he never stopped loving her
And I couldn't help myself, like I never can
I took him in my heart and told him I never stopped lovin' him, too

And now they're sitting on the chairs, seeing the trains full of people pass
seeing their brains full of people pass
Their hearts kept safe, not on their sleeves
but on their shrunk small shoulders that are finally done carrying grieve
And I couldn't help myself, like I never can
to imagine their troubles and pain, riding away with me on the train

Once I was the son of a man in the army..
Once I was a man married to a woman..
Once I was a girl on a train with too much imagination..





So, that's it. What do you think? (-:
x Fleur