When it moves too fast,
When the lines become a blur,
Will anyone stop to look for you?
The train was too fast,
The pace required by society couldn’t last.
Another track where it breathes slowly and the sun warms your cheeks
While the smell of fresh-cut grass sticks to bare feet.
When you can’t find the exit, write one in the space ahead.
Letters to deliver you safe and sound,
Letters to remind you are loved even when no ones around.
One promise above all others,
One love that remains true.