When The Trains Return

At the edge of a sleeping railway line

An old station clock still counts the days

Its hands move slow through empty afternoons

While dust collects where travelers stayed

The city built faster roads beyond

And people chased a different speed

But this forgotten platform kept its rhythm

Holding moments no one came to see

Every winter left another silence

Every summer faded from the wall

Yet time never asked to be admired

Only to continue through it all

So I'll keep turning one more minute

Even when nobody's around

Every second has a story

Even if it never makes a sound

I don't need the world to notice

I don't need my name in lights

Maybe someone lost and wandering

Will find their way here one more night

There were evenings when I questioned

Why I measured hours anymore

Listening to the lonely echoes

Drifting through a rusted door

Then one distant whistle broke the darkness

Like a memory waking from a dream

And the tracks that seemed abandoned

Caught the silver of a headlight beam

So I'll keep turning one more minute

Even when nobody's around

Every second has a story

Even if it never makes a sound

I don't need the world to notice

I don't need my name in lights

Maybe someone lost and wandering

Will find their way here one more night

Perhaps purpose isn't glory

Or being seen by everyone

Maybe it's guarding a small piece of time

Until another journey has begun

Now the station breathes with footsteps

And distant voices fill the air

All the years I spent waiting

Were building something hidden there

If they ask me what remained

After seasons came and went

I'll speak of all the doors reopened

And the meaning patience meant

Because forgotten places still remember

Every soul that passed them by

And even an old clock left unwatched

Can keep a dream alive

Ticking softly

Through the years

Waiting for the trains to return