There's a footprint in humanity

This marvelous step is called a railroad-

it was held together by sleepers.

Let's rejoice each sleeper as a man

Each one has a job, to lay perfectly still.

Through the hardships of time, through the stormy rain days of life,

through the ups and downs of a trapped and lonely entwined

lifestyle that can only be deceived as

different

These men didn't choose it, they were put there to do what no one else could.

Some sleepers pop out of place with a large bang and remove the

pressure of being ridden upon.

These are the ones who make it.