Standing at the depot waiting for the
midnight train
So deep in thought I hardly notice the
falling rain
It's late at night and I stand
here alone
Like all that stood here before me their thoughts
carry them home
The night sky is illuminated by lightning so
far above
The thunder rolls across the heavens o how I miss
my mothers love
The rain is falling harder now streaming down
my face
So many words I heard mama speak these words I
now embrace
Mixed with the sound of thunder I hear the
whistle blow
Through the falling rain I see it's light
burning low
She loved me before she saw me before I had
a name
Her open arms received me into her world
I came
The midnight train has arrived and taken
her away
But from her great and unconditional love I
shall never stray
All I have left is her memories her
love is here to stay
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