Yes, things don’t always go as planned,
Things happen I don’t understand,
But God’s promises I will claim -
I will trust in his precious name
And I will leave it in God’s hand.

Blue and red and silver caboose
Engineer, please, don't lose
If you climb aboard today
Race towards your finish
As no one cares
Engineer-be my guide
Partner here, please stay alive
Through the mount
And over the woods
Past anaconda
With moccasins
Uniformed, clean and coiffured
There sits a little in fails and furs
Unconcerned with callous pride
Men play cards
Sleep and dine
Wine and women never mix
Tired conductors
Mimic the wick
Voices garbled and stopped

Governance of others with any degree
Of freedom or autonomy
Requires an awareness and compassion
Whose possession inhibits the holder
From the desire to rule
And so we make our masters of
Charlatans and their sycophants

There is Red laying on the floor

He has bled he is bleeding more

He was hit in the head from behind

You can see parts of his exposed mind

It was a dark night full of pouring rain

Red knew one way to get rid of his pain

He took a metal hammer and hit it in

It went down deep, deep under his skin

Now Red is pouring out on the floor

Red bled until he was Red no more

The scars Red now wears upon his hide

Are not as deep as the scars he wore inside