everything changes

Four o’clock in the morning
The station full of life not a cloud in the sky
A young child running from one side to the next
His laughter filling the empty silence,
The electric tracks hissed in agony
Fallowed by the deafening screeching of brakes.

Four o’clock in the morning
The station full of pain only black clouds in the sky
A young child cries before death.
A women being protected by the arms of her man
When truly it’s his heart that is being ripped apart
The electric tracks hissed in agony.