• Sure you can use me as a towel,
    caressing your tears into my shirt,
    displaying your pain,
    and your hurt,
    about me as a heavy burden.

    But remember,
    I'm not a safe haven for you to lean on,
    I'm a train station,
    filled with unfair life,
    fear and cold,
    where minds and lives are sold.

    Take my hand when you need to,
    I'll do my best to keep it warm,
    but looming over you,
    is an endless storm,
    each wave pushes you down,
    as you look towards me as your haven,
    to keep you safe and sound.

    As I mentioned I can't be your cozy haven,
    I'm just like an empty train station,
    the sounds of loneliness,
    the only song that will play,
    repeating it's melody on the gloomy walls,
    I don't have the kindness that you crave.

    You look at me with angry eyes,
    "Why can't you be there for me?"
    What can I say,
    turn my direction to the sky,
    glancing away,
    unable to see you cry.

    "It's cold." I whisper.
    "Take my hand, I do care for you...But,
    When you're looking for a safe haven in me,
    you forget that a train station is what I'll always be."

    "Well it seems that this train is now leaving."
    You turn away,
    and I do nothing to stop you,
    because I know no matter what I do,
    I could never be that safe haven,
    yet I had tried,
    only for you.