The Sounds of Tomorrow

The patter of raindrops

 On fabric,bricks and expectant hopes

 The rumble of the coming train

 All packed with posessions

 Near and dear

 Eyes fixed down tracks of steel

 But all she sees is tomorrow

 A place to rest her wandering soul

 That train will take her where she needs

 Places where she can live and breathe

 Places where she can love and laugh

 Next steps are wrapped tightly around

  The hopeful sounds of tomorrow