This is the last ride for those departed

For those who left us broken hearted

Who never got their say

From beyond the grave

Well I rode that train

Between life and loss

And there were no stations of the cross

I rode that train and I never got off

While you imagine sweet souls resting

We cannot rest in peace

Too many lies

Too much deceit

The book is fiction at best

Nothing more, nothing less

Nobody really knows

So don’t shove it down our throats

Fate and forgiveness, give us this day

All the visions we were sold

About immortality to those who pray

Everlasting life – that one never grows old

Well I rode that train

Between life and loss

And there were no stations of the cross

I rode that train and I never got off

It’s a one way ticket

It never stops

The tickets are not checked

For we all have the same destination

Different journeys to our deaths

It’s not found on the timetable of the national express

It’s who collects you at the end of the line

That measures how you lived

However many times you fell

It’s who collects you can judge how well

You loved, and believe me you were loved

Back just as much

Well I rode that train

Between life and loss

And there were no stations of the cross

I rode that train and I never got off

Don’t give me lines about sacrifice

I have seen worse ways to go with my own eyes

And people don’t come back at Easter

Christ

I wish they could

Well I rode that train

Between life and loss

And there were no stations of the cross

I rode that train and I never got off

 

Don’t talk to me about it

Wasting both our time

You can’t make me fear

What I have already survived

So stop ringing my bell

Or the next stop will be hell

Lofty

Martyr

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