The Underground

The railway rattles beneath the earth, hidden from the sky
My eyes are closed but I don't sleep. I hear them whizzing by

I wish they’d stop at my place where I’m waiting to be found
I think about their mission in the modern underground


I know they’re here beneath me and will catch me if I fall
They surely must be watching, I’m closed up in these walls
And sold because I can’t fight back, and can’t because I’m small
And in the cold, I cry and think they won’t come after all


My wrists are raw with ropes.  A number is my name
And I hear the train go chugging as it leaves the way it came

Tears no longer reach my eyes, my heart is cold as stone
I want to run away, but this is all I've known


And so I wait forever while the train goes chugging by
Freezing on the floor, I want to break my chains and fly
Oh come to me sweet underground and soothe me when I cry
Please come and save my soul before I drown in tears and die

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