Rituals on iron..

We’ve run these rails back and forth all over Hells Creation

Only to run out of track so close to the end again

We’ve paid our freight ten fold

First class tickets to a beautiful secret

Even if it were…

Always on the verge of derailing, the limits are all that is left to hanging on

We will salt our fears with tears before the next stop I promise

Saying goodbye to these boardwalk moments

When the train pulls out waving goodbye

Was it everything we said it would be

Or was it ritual’s on iron…

With only fate, not stars left to set any course by

I Pray my iron will lead me to them beyond here……


(Don’t give up)

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