Fields of Green

As I sit on this train,
I watch my life pass by,
So many memories went and came,
What new things will I get to try?
I see my life and what could have been,
A friend, a lover, a father or more,
As I stare over the beautiful scene,
Each memory that’s passed I’ve now closed that door,
As I sit on this train I sit and stare at the fields of green.

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