Title: Trinity Loop Echoes Verse 1 Down where the rail line met the sea, Trinity Loop was memory. Steam once hissed and wheels would sing, Carrying folks in everything. A little park beside the shore, Laughter drifting evermore. Kids would ride and voices rise, Under wide Atlantic skies. Chorus Trinity Loop, turning round, Where joy once circled through the sound. Though the rides have all grown still, You echo on against the hill. Trinity Loop, bright and free, A fading song in history. Verse 2 The trains grew quiet, tracks grew cold, The stories slowly left the fold. The park lights dimmed, the gates were closed, As time moved on and nothing slowed. No more whistles in the air, Just ocean wind and empty fair. Rusting frames where joy once spun, Now resting in the setting sun. Chorus Trinity Loop, turning round, Where joy once circled through the sound. Though the rides have all grown still, You echo on against the hill. Trinity Loop, bright and free, A fading song in history. Bridge But if you listen late at night, When fog rolls in and stars burn bright, You might still hear the distant cheer, Of summers long but still held near. Final Chorus Trinity Loop, your song remains, In rusted rails and phantom trains. Though the wheels no longer creep, Your memory refuses sleep. Trinity Loop, softly spun, You still are where the past runs on.
