the

Waiting in the station –
a boy so tall and slim.
Remembering all he could of her;
would she remember him?
He’s just waiting on the bus.

With every mile that rolls by
she wonders what she’ll find.
Is she closer to her heaven?
Or the hell she left behind.
She’s just riding on a bus.

She remembers every bruise
delivered by that hand, and
she took a life away
when she finally took a stand.
It’s her boy she left behind
that she’s headed home to see.
But two years is such
a long, long time.
To a boy, eternity.

They’d escaped the pain they’d known
when she removed the cause.
She served the time required
to satisfy the laws when
the judge had found her guilty
on a bargained lesser plea.
But two years are such
a long, long time.
To a boy, eternity.