The Neverending Freight Train

My father explained it to me this way “It was like getting on a freight train. There was no getting off,” Those are the words he used when discussing commitment to my mother you see I tried to get off the train, but I couldn’t get off The love and the safety that I felt from your presence was so much better than The world outside of what we had built which was cold and cruel We cried, fought, and talked and talked Yet I still could not get off How could I get off the train? The train that we had so carefully crafted together The train that we had built with our own hands I simply could not get off I simply cannot get off And we will still fight And we will still cry We will have problems that have no reason as to why And I don’t know about you But I never want to get off