Don't ask the lady on the train
Of where she plans to go
For when did her land turn to sand
You and I will never know
Where the bird flies unknowingly
With voices in our hearts
The moment dies and away sje flies
True to the mortal art.
Don't ask the lady of the chain
That we on earth do make
For if she speaks with her tear bound cheeks
Your pen and spirit it shall break
We stay to find the purpose not
Nor for the unknown muse.
Don't ask the lady of the lane
On which her sons do tread
For the distance can drown the heavens town
Where we eat , we must make our bed
The color of the soul we wear
A notion on the skin
A part we seed and another bred
But only one can we back win.
Don't ask the lady of her pain
For we are yet too young
And time do mold the firmest hold
And pertrifies the tongue
An exit of the dreaming eye
The advent of sane sight
The steps you cast a moment last
Before silence becomes the light.
Don't ask the lady on the train
As we shall soon arrive
And she will stay
Just so for us she will pray
For we are still alive
The ideal changes begin with the form
The crossing of the sigh
While grief remains with all its pains
Below the common sky.
Don't ask the lady to explain
How can the being be whole
Beneath the sun we see no one
Just the shadow of a soul
The moon then comes and all is clear
Through you,her light does shine
A single being with face freeing
We are the shadows of design.
Don't ask the lady of the strain
That time has left on her
She will not try but she will lie
And tell you of her smiles that never were
A place is kept within us
There in stays the oasis of our bliss
Our services purge and with it merge
The hurtful world we try to dismiss.
Don't ask the lady of the gain
That she gains from finding home
There are faces lost at pleasures cost
Where the tears do turn to foam
A torrent upon the growing shore
And within it a dream
While we do long for the drowning song
All hopes turn into steam.