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Ran down these familiar tracks time and time again

Each time, looking back checking for a train

Though, I do not hear its whistle or feel it chugging along

I often ready myself for that coach to be outrun

But this time might be different cuz my heart’s not pounding fast

My feet are calmly taking stride, my eyes aren’t looking back

And if a train comes down that track, I might mistaken it for the wind

I wonder if dancing with a train would be considered sin

And if I swore to God that I didn’t think I’d die

Would He consider dancing with a train the same as suicide?

And if I told Him I’m sorry, I just couldn’t bare to live

Would He say, “You’re still My child, and for that, I will forgive.”?

Or would He deny my presence, though He knew my love for Him

And send me straight to Hell, if dancing with a train were a sin?

Would there be flowers at my funeral and a cross by the track?

Would Mommy curse my name or cry out that I come back?

Would my nephew understand that Auntie was not well?

Or would he blame it all on God and be condemned to Hell?

Would my church assume that I simply was not saved

And judge the love I had for Christ beyond the grave?

Or would they all realize that I had true love for Him

And conclude that dancing with a train was just another sin?