The work has been done 

The visas are set

Those traps have been sprung

Finally, freedom for some

 

 

Every face and every name

Scorched in my mind

Pleading and tortured

They must run to hide

 

 

The beast rolls through the hills

Bringing deadlines and kills

Saving everyone if we can

Is my only plan

 

 

Eight trains so far

Gives strength and hope

To families and faces

Never seen again

 

 

Waterloo is crowded and expecting

My eyes are glued, hope resurrecting

Waiting for that iron brute

As smoke fills to the roof

But it's not my train

 

 

I stand alone

 

 

And always their faces haunt me from the page

Still waiting to be saved