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.