Life is like a train, it goes from light to dark then to light,
It faces the drag forces yet reaches to final site,
In between there is a hell of journey,
Of pride, of sacrifice, of patience and anxiety,
In between you loose, you win, you face,
While chirping you make memories in a race,
Some beautiful, some thoughtful, some painful,
But in that you have the hell of empty and full!
Still life never stops before the final break (brake),
As you live for yourself or a sake!