The Race

I keep waking up to this cane
I sit on the edge of the bed and peel these scabs off these wounds
And I start to cry, cause I know age is pushing in fast and I'm becoming so slow
But I Pray
I pray before I leave because ppl will stare and I'm the only one out here.
The train is coming
I see them watching me
I'm vulnerable and there Goal is to take advantage of it.
The train is coming
I can't run
but in my head
I'm running and I start to laugh
Because I'm as fast as a horse
And those two men can't catch me, because I'm in a race
A race for life,
I can see their souls are Dark and there mission is to stop me
but I'm running and I'm fast and I'm laughing
wait I'm slowing down
but I'm not stopping
They are so close I can feel them almost touching me  they will always be so close and I will always be in danger,
I miss the train
But I'm still in the race.
Written by Stillalive1971
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