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Dreams Are a Midnight TrainAll she had for dinner was a strawberry chicalether parents' fighting had long ago taught her to praythen she pretends her pillow is a tiny stuffed Pigletholds it all night, shuts her eyes tight and drifts far, far awaycos sleep is the only escape for that little girlit's there she finds herself in a peaceful worlddreams are a midnight trainrolling through our troubled heartsand their restful wheelsrescue us from what's realwhen life seems cruel and darkour worries become steamcos for awhile our dreamsdreams are a midnight trainhis wheelchair is pointed toward an evening windowtear on his cheek he lifts a violin to his chinmoonlight and sweet music reach a soft crescendosomewhere deep within, something touches himand he is healed againfor with the magic in each twilight notehe's a rambler crossing rivers and mountain roadsdreams are a midnight trainrolling through our troubled heartsand their restful wheelsrescue us from what's realwhen life seems cruel and darkour worries become steamcos for awhile our dreamsdreams are a midnight train(c)2006 Robert George