by
Marco

As the train goes by I start to get ready for the next one.
Because I am leaving the country.
A new life awaits me.
As I pack my bags to grab the train.
My life flashes before my eyes.
I do not want to leave but it is for the best.
The train is here tears come but I come out strong.
The conductor is asking for tickets.
I give him my ticket.
“sir time to go”