Life is a train that passes
Dreams are wagons
Love is the driver
Are we, the station!
Purchase your ticket, make your choice
The train is followed continuously
In each car, the desire of his mind
... There is also sadness, disappointments
With the passage at hand, choose!
The trip is long do not know
Luggage is experienced each day
Change course, we can
Without even knowing the parade
The station can never be empty
Will always be a live tour
Sit at the window, enjoy
Everything is passing, something can hold
Every day is countdown
Ride as if each moment was unique
Each look like the last
Breathe deep, the road is long
Find adversity
Sadness ...
... Miss
Depths ...
Straight ...
. Curves
many are the times
do not see what lies beyond the bend
But the route will follow dreaming
Life is a journey
We are mutants
We are passengers
We are clouds
We smoke
Why not learn to decipher the map of life
Sometimes we lose the path
But for those who dream, nothing is impossible
never lost, always found
Listen, listen, is the whistle of another game
Will be leaving for new posts
without scripts
aimlessly
no west or east
The board is to happiness
Lead and be led
The driver always attentive
history, life
Of all that live, one thing is certain:
Do not get tired of travel, proceed
Fight, scream, beg
But do not give up
... Tiring, nod, smile
The driver will not leave you
Do not hesitate, do not fear
Where to stop, a heart
certainly the lull
The journey continues
... And knowing where you want to go
Go safe, you can
Knowing where will brave ...
Your journey will forever ...
in first-class carriage.
muelimishaji2010
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