The Train Of Life
The Train Of Life Some folks ride the train of life Looking out the rear, Watching miles of life roll by, And marking every year. They sit in sad remembrance, Of wasted days gone by, And curse their life for what it was, And hang their heads and cry. But, I don't concern myself with that, I took a different vent, I look forward to what life holds, And not what has been spent. So strap me to the engine. As securely as I can be, I want to be out on the front, To see what I can see. I want to feel the winds of change, Blowing in my face, I want to see what life unfolds, As I move from place to place. I want to
