Siberia

On my way to Siberia
The train, breathes.
In my fist an iron cross
It bleeds, my scars.

All those eyes, they turn away
Like reading the fate
The darkened sight of endless land
Like a path to howl.

Underneath sweet walls of trust
Covered by words of rust
Twenty thousand breaths away
I see the home of ours
Fall apart to the gates of lost.

On my way to Siberia
I sleep
And the train passes the dark…
I sleep.