He stood at the tracks, <br />watching that golden flame of the setting sun, <br />slash to that bloody red. <br /> <br />The whistle sounded in the distance. <br /> <br />Lost souls scream in the fleeting stop it takes, <br />bumping his toes. <br /> <br />The tracks stood and he was lost in the steam. <br /> <br />Swept away. <br /> <br />His soul wept and cried with the others...hallelujah. <br /> <br />Not bound for heaven, <br />nor for hell. <br />That gleaming light can never tell... <br />your lost and carried away... <br />broken soul..... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Hallelujah. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Fighting now to power the train, <br /> <br />you wish to leave, <br /> <br />yet you remain. <br /> <br />That's all you did in life.......regret.... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />But now As if it is no more, <br /> <br />You hung your neck in the door. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />They scream they cry, <br /> <br />He is dead..but why <br /> <br />they never knew he wanted to die...? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Now he sings that cold and broken <br /> <br />Hallelujah....<br /><br />Samantha Bush<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-and-broken-hallelujah/
