Joseph J. Hernandez - My End

I can hear this train calling me from my bed
I'll tell you what he said
I can relieve all your idleness and pain
If you paint my tracks in red
I know you're fed up
Your cup is half empty... not filled
Blaming everyone for what spilled
Ashamed of what needs to be killed
Now here's your chance
I know your beat down, tired, and worn
Follow my horn, and when we meet
The weary flower will have no thorns

Joseph J. Hernandez

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