The Train Out of Kiev

She stops for a moment

To purchase one more token

Stands on the platform

Cast down, forlorn.

She hopes they can make it

Wrapped in woolen blankets

Her youngest still, consoled

From the blast of blistering cold.

All she ever wanted

Was a life where she could breathe

All she ever wanted

Was her children to be free

She stands here and wonders

What such uncertain future

Lies at the other end of this day

Unwanted hurried exile away

Far from the familiar

The simple and once normal

Ordinary moments she would share

Stripped away without a thought or care.

All she ever wanted

Was a life where she could breathe

All she ever wanted

Was her children to be free

As the train sounds out the order

For its last run to the border

She looks through the clouded window

At the dull gray snow below

And sadly turns her face

Great strains to pull away 

Fond memories of her shattered home

Are all she can call her own.

All she ever wanted

Was a life where she could breathe

All she ever wanted

Was her children to be free

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