The train rattles on
With that familiar rhythm,
I\'ve felt it a thousand times,
But today it brings no
Sweet memories
Only miseries.
Cliffs rise up,
And I remember
How I walked them alone;
But knowing that I
Was welcome home,
Even cold and drenched
With esturine chill.
The sands seem to call
Like long-lost ghosts,
All those souls
Who lost their way -
Disappeared beneath the mud
Memories stuck there
Will forever stay.
How I wish you cared
And wanted me,
Your only child
Who has never lived up
To what you wanted her to be.
But I\'m just me...
I fear I\'ll never measure up,
So sorry.