Driving, I write lyrics into the air, steer beats into my wheels. Thinking about the hundreds of thousands of socially displaced pre-teens and teenagers who suffer silent punishment against the brutal peer and cultural measurement of what is acceptably normal, my heart breaks. Some are shunned at home, some are loved at home, but what has been tragically proven is that bullying can kill, and at the very least, torment.
While I was driving last Tuesday, railroad tracks chased after me in parallel desperation, waiting for me to CRASH into this mental intersection, this common crossroad where invisible kids everywhere, in every school, walk the same gravel steel train lines alone. And for many years, in many different ways, they ask us to help them. They ask us to save them, not just watch them, as they slowly, then suddenly, disappear.
take a grass blade
and slice straight down my spine
any way you cut me up I don't fit right, anywhere
walking gravel rusted steel train lines
walking gravel rusted steel train life
stone throw miles and thread bare broken wings
can't see a thing but two buried hands
that have forgotten how to reach you
with your back to me
don't know how to ask or beg you back my life
mute memory tells me lie and knife fight for my peace
to not die, in silence
bet you didn't know you're on my mind
bet you didn't know i'd need you to survive
could you spare a drink of your time, I'm burnt completely dry
deliver me Sunday mercy, here's your chance to save a life
or does your cross not cross mine
won't you get on the train
won't you get on the train
i'll forgive you all of your hate
if you'll forgive me mine
teach me how to ask, just this time
I know how far I am
I know how far I am from where you are
I'm closer than you think, I'm not too far, gone
walking gravel rusted steel train lines
I'm walking gravel rusted steel train life
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