The train passes by With speed and such violence It's tense, and the tracks Reverberate We came here to die Don't need much pretense I sense what I lack Compensate The rain asks me why Branches heed in suspense Raindrops a lens, an attack Precipitate I can gain from a lie Grass is weed, eloquence Spring, hence rain coming back Resuscitate The pain in comfort, deny Dreams the speed of conscience Make amends, failures stack Reciprocate The train passes by Do I bleed or commence Life attends death to snack Inoculate