Mural, mural on the wall,

Who painted you so tall?

Your train is red, with a yellow pinstripe,

And you look to be the adventurous type.

At my first glance I thought you a zoo,

But now I know that there’s a story too.

The monkey that’s staring has quite a grin,

Which probably ‘cause Frog has a cute twin.

And the dog in the hat who sits at the rear,

Has some fire in his paw- and very little cheer.

Oh, my dear Train, are you aware?

You’re about to receive quite a bad scare!

The flame is moving a little too fast

They should’ve told you, you should’ve asked.

That old dog is the one with the past,

Experimenting too often with making a blast.

And here goes your body, eaten by fire,

I can’t look at a situation so dire.

So I wait, and I wait, for you to be gone,

But as of yet you are not withdrawn.

I think it’s a miracle, if ever I recall,

That there is still a mural sitting on that wall.

A friend asked me once

To describe my greatest fear

I could not answer her that day

For my fear, to me, wasn’t clear

As hard as I tried

I could not pinpoint

Which fear I held in the highest

Or which fear I could appoint

I still could not answer her

But still she would not rest

So she asked me alone

If my fear was death

I thought to myself

Could it be death’s cold hand?

But yet, even death couldn’t

Put fear under its command

Then she left me

Alone in the Dark

Only then did I see

Which fear hit the mark

My fear was to be alone

To be forgotten as time goes by

To die holding only death’s cold hand

To be remembered by only the wind and sky

After I told her

She whispered “I understand

And I’ll remember you”

As she took hold of my hand