I’ll put it all on the line

To lift my voice

Making it roar

Becoming a freight train on fire

Barreling into the station

Crying out

Get off of your knees, dear ones

Because it’s all aboard

Out of this tear stained digital nightmare

Leave your pixelated heartbreak baggage

For the technicolor missionaries

With their insane influencer flu

We are bound for where our beauty isn’t made small

Nor our dreams digestible

Let them choke on our joys

Crafted from an honest heart

That moves down the tracks

Towards the kingdom

Where we can bloom and color outside of the lines

Into new wonders and discoveries

Of the world and of ourselves

The train is coming

It is near

All aboard, dear ones

All aboard