Seventy Nine

A line on her face, says she'll just carry on, simply turn away, a horizon once bright, she navigates alone, feels that it's right, maybe take a train, like the love that's gone, once came around this way, the picture's not kind, she can cry but won't, her sister's place not right, do thoughts work this way, the same as in war, out on the plain, within the harvest light, there's hardly a sound, under an empty sky, who can ever say, someone lights our soul, when we're in pain, or going home.