Hurtling through the yawning night.
She’s rushing back, but only to the rain.
Her weary urgency reveals a new kind of pain,
Distorted in the fleeting pinpoints of every city light,
Mocking the sleepy girl awake on the train.
She wonders what awaits her and what will remain
Of the memories she lived before she took flight.
She’s rushing back, but must it only be to rain?
In returning, will there be anything to gain?
Every tiny detail of every gruesome night,
Torments the girl, brutally awake on the train.
The brilliance of the darkness begins to wane,
And the end of her journey will soon be in sight.
She’s rushing back, but only to the pounding rain.
She prays her trials and errors have not been in vain,
That her future is waiting and it will be bright;
These are the dreams of a girl falling asleep on a train.
She’s rushing back, but all that’s left is the rain.