The train is always deeply concern on railroad beside the traveler’s stand by.
The flying time searches through the mountain, fall, and flying in the sky.
Golden skies reflect in still waters of my mind.
The pass story’s song sung softly with an orchestra of life’s laughter and cry.
The old memories book blows the wind of the smiles and tears fly.
Why did the beautiful dreaming pound that will never come to dry?
I became the incredible journey of my soul’s bee.
It is a remarkable sad story of setting your flying free.
I still was searching to find the life’s answer.
All the nightlong is the shinning full of memory’s moonlight river.