Storm

I heard the train so far away,
and i wish i was there.
I'm hide into the forest,
under the eternal stormy days.

I try to stand straight,
but i have to crawl on the grass.
I'm the snake. Into the sand,
In this cold and silent night.

At last, i will die.
And the trees will remain.
At last, as the train,
i will go far away,
under the eternal stormy nights.