This little engine, so full of
steam and spirit, rolls on.
Rolls on, and we are caught,
held shackled to
the driving wheel.
Rolls on wheels of thunder,
on tracks of bone,
sinew and sweat.
This little engine, so wild, so willing,
hungry for the hill.
Beyond cares for
safety of steel,
this vital spark,
this flame so pure,
rolls at speeds too great
for us to see.
This little engine, born from
sweetest dreams, rolls on.
Beyond breath,
beyond and
before word,
pulls the breeze across my face,
leaves us reeling
at the gate...
Rolls on, rolls on, rolls on... |