The Valley

Broken souls on rusting rails
lines of vacant cars going nowhere
ships with shattered masts and tattered sails
sad silhouettes against the sunrise glare

They once had a hope
before they lost the steam
and started down a slippery slope
losing all recollection of a guiding dream

People broken into twisted parts
like fine machines torn asunder
the fire extinguished from their hearts
by cold water as they go under

Sadness on them like a crushing stone
spirits trapped in draperies of chain
they walk through the Valley dry as bone
never a whisper of wind nor drop of rain

A guiding light is not enough
no warm hand can lead them from cold canyon
the walls are too steep, the trail too rough
there's nothing left to do but abandon