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Keep on Chuggen

Some days I feel as if there is black all around me, and others, well I just hope it's only a matter of time.
Like a light in a dark tunnel, that the train is going though.
A furnace still burns with a warm fire, to try and light the way.
For it that can not compare to any other.
The old wheels may squeak and squeal, but yet they still turn.
For a fire still burns inside.
The wheels keep turing and turning, even when there's no-more wood for the empty furnace.
The train carries a heavy load and sometimes it's so heavy, that the flame dwindles as the rain falls.
But with every heavy load the train becomes stronger and stronger.
So that the light can burn a hole through the black night.
Brady Smith
11/3/97