Early morning train
And a longing so insane
For a new place
Yet to ascertain
.
I sat on the bench
Watching the sunrise
Yawned wide open
Rubbing my eyes
.
Looked left and right
To the faces so bright
Smiled at few
Filled with morning dew
.
At this very moment
I made a memory
Wrapped it with love
And hid in my treasury

There would
Always be a place
Where all misfits will come
Who are labeled as an outcast
Where smiles will be exchanged
Instead of a look of aghast
There would
Always be a place
Where peace will be found
With a strong wind sweeping so fast
Where after closing the eyes
The mind may wander
But the inner voices will be freed
From the noises of past