March 22, 2002 - 05:23 am:
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 Winter Train

As cold-black train breaks free of night.
Face to window seeks morning light.

A winter day comes bleak with woe,
as cold Grey sky spits tears of snow.

Cold north wind chills bodies of men.
Window reflects eyes dark with sin.

As leaves have left the naked branch,
so life's outcome seems left to chance.

Cold sun so far, setting for night,
did years and walls make wrongs come right?

I've traveled back while on this train.
Studied days in this window's pain.

A radio-back was my load,
that day "tar-babies" ran my road.

"Bring the fire!" crackled back my plea;
Lay down hell's good fire, here for me.

As I called in napalm attacks,
burnt flesh for clothes hung children backs.

Oh God! Please bring your fire on down..
..and where were you, were you around?

A coal-black train breaks free from night.
Prison walls don't make wrongs come right.