Out The Window of a Train

I rode for ages as a passenger frozen
The metal rolling on is what i had chosen 

Silent with eyes burning I felt every bump
Sudden were the turns but still in my slump 

The sharpness of the whistle yammering above
I the slow and cripple unknowing to your love.

Drawn to the window out in the distance
A sun setting leaving all existence.

But tassels and leather strings and picks
made the train hit the bricks

You showed me this was the hour
That to move the train was my power

I have bult new metal on tracks
On and away I did all of the cracks

Strong and fast the train moves on
Crimson and clover the whistles song.