She stands in the lonely station

Waiting for her train.

Her memories all full of sorrow and pain.

Tears roll down her perfect face, leaving an ugly stain.

Her train rolls in, and she steps aboard in anticipation.

As she sits alone looking out the window,

Watching the trees roll by.

She lets out a loud sigh,

Rests her head and shuts her eyes.

The painful memories left behind, disperse her feelings of woe.

It was freedom that she did seek

Away from the blood and tears.

Tears that drowned away all her fears

Of leaving home for many years.

She had proven to herself, she really isn't weak.