Crossing the Atlantic in a sky train
Surrounded by the fluffy origins of rain
Deep sorrow clings in my heart.
Beating thunderstorms start
I feel so low
Nobody should live with a mad crow
Pecking at the heart
Tearing it apart
With injury bleeding
And trying to seed doubt believing
I'm not good enough
With all this I made my marriage rough
But crossing this Atlantic sky train
Awaits a warm new opportunity to embrace
There's so much to gain
Just stay hopeful
And don't spend your young years in vain
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