As a train pulled up into the station
you heard the brakes Squealing out its roars
and the dock that just stood there silently
'Overflowed with voices coming thru its doors.
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Steam from its engine let out a big 'Ol Shhh
as a conductor shouted out "lets go"
so I climbed on aboard in a rather quick fashion
to get a window seat and peak at the snow.
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Last train to Dallas~ in the background
I could hear one of the conductors say
well you better get yourself A' move-on
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That is, ...Unless you have decided to stay.
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The train pulled away with the whistle Blowin
and snow covered up the entire track
while the train cut through it like butter
movin like it was never coming back.
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The darkness seemed to bring on a silence
in the train car that I was sitting in
as my mind drifted into deep thought
of all the different places that I had been.
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A little boy in the seat up front of me
was quietly whispering a prayer
and all of a sudden he become so still
as the conductor asked him for the fare.
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Sir, I do not have any money
Please understand this was the only way
for me to get back to my mother
they say at anytime she could pass away.
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Then the train came into the station
with its wheels Screetching loud to a stop
the conductor slipped the boy a twenty
pleasantly pointing over to a dress shop.
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You could hear every single footstep
the boy made to the door of that store
knowing he might see a smile
on his mothers face at least once more.
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Returning with a box beautifully wrapped
he sat down and begun to pray
so quietly again I heard him whisper
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"Thank you Lord" for not turning away.
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This is a lovely piece hun. The story it tells is truly felt through your words. Best of luck to you
Slight error in the word "setting" should read "sitting" 
