Silver and Railroad Planks
Silver
Railroad planks
History humming in the distance
Laughter cascading through the air
Brave fools and silver
History growling a little bit closer
Scared fools run back
A hilltop perch is a false safety
History is coming
History is roaring
History is screaming by
Silver is crushed by iron brutality
History rushes on leaving silver carcasses behing
Laughing fools rush forth once more and reclaim their desimation
On the railroad planks
Crushed silver
Railroad planks
Silver
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