The sad girl on the train,
must refrain,
from spreading her distress,
to the rest of the domain.

She cannot let others suffer,
for the ache that grew,
the love from another,
that twisted her heart askew.

She tries to hold back,
but if only they knew,
they look at the frailty
of a girl who's so true.

She hides not her soul,
nor that of torment,
the course that she takes
was heaven forth sent.

Like the carriage that's speeding
and shaking with dust,
under clouds of doubt,
where love turned to rust.

Now the tears are tumbling,
it's hard to control,
the downward spiral
when love grows cold.

The thoughts that she's thinking,
the words left unsaid.
She measures his feelings
with actions instead.

There is no use in trying
to fathom his mind,
all he once gave her,
is long gone, it died.

Like the carriage that's speeding
and shaking with dust,
under dark clouds of doubt,
where love turned to rust.

As trains come and go,
it all seems a dream
and the man who once loved her,
is no where to be seen.

No one is staring
they all turn away,
no one is caring
for this young girls dismay.

The station masters calling
the train to a hault,
the riders are swarming
back home to loved ones.

And she stands alone
at the ticket gate.
He's not coming home,
its over – too late.

She's courageously walking
to a new world, a life
where there's no time for mourning,
where she's nobody's wife.

The train is still speeding,
long gone, no more dust,
but under dark clouds of doubt
her love turned to rust.