The Rails. The industrial dragon of our time. Spotted with rustic cancer and color it chugs across our painted lands connecting us and our hearts towards new beginnings, towards new horizons. Yet, though the day be a dark gloom, light will come and unite us once again, riding the rails with difference yet kindred hearts through and through. Ye old glory with her blue, blood and stars, may be led to sleep but the flame of freedom will continue to whistle John Henry through and through.
