The light in the darkness you walked towards.
A way out.
Safety.
That was the train rolling down the track,
130 tonnes that can’t turn back,
And you remember,
There are no saviours.
Just you.
The voice that you heard
Said it was on your side.
“Just send us £50,
We’ll make it alright.”
And you remember
There are no saviours.
Just you.
Early morning light,
Looking in my own eyes,
Lines on my face.
There are no saviours.
Just you.
Pulling on my shoes,
Ready or not.
© Paul Andrew Sneddon
