The Train Is Calling.

As the rain drips down,
So do her tears.
She sits on her bed,
Afraid of her fears.

Alone in the dark,
She watches the rain.
Her heart beats faster,
On comes her train.

She crawls out the window,
And out into the night.
She runs to the train,
There is no more fright.

Her pace quickens,
As her hearts beats.
It's just the train whistle,
And the patter of her feet.

The light glows brighter,
As the whistle shrieks.
Tires squeal,
Of those who called her a freak.

He calls out her name,
As she runs to her doom.
She wants to be out of the rain,
Be out of the gloom.

Four feet patter the ground,
As another shriek roars.
He went to her quick,
From the tracks he tore.

She finally feels safe,
Wrapped in his arms.
Every mean name,
Was a cover to a charm.

Her tears mix,
With the night rain.
She looks over,
On goes her train.