There is a man strumming soul

Life for him has taken its toll

Coins against tin

Make an occasional din

A percussion for his lamenting song

Melancholy chords

Leave no need for words

He's been busking here for far too long

On Platform 10

There is a girl with a mother

The girl sheds tears

Though she knows not true fears

Only the sorrow

Of the struggling sparrow

The bird that's been held back from the sky

The mother tries to pacify

The mother quells

Says the sparrow's well

But children can tell

When something's a lie

For why should a sparrow not be able to fly?

On Platform 10

There is a starched suit of a man

More suit than man

More business than mind

In his work he hopes his purpose he'll find He fumbles with his

Tie too tight

Collar not right

Leather shoes tapping

Quartz watch ticking

Anxiety's ripping

On Platform 10

There is a girl and a man

Or a boy and a woman

It's for them to decide

His freckled face framed by the kiosk window

Her angry visage in the awning's shadow He holds out a flower

But Rage holds more power

The contention goes strong

Then in a second she's gone

Passion alone

Cannot hold its own

This he now knows

And his anger slows

But still he drops the rose

With no more flame

There's frustration to tame

But he sits at his stand

There's work at hand

A quarter a minute

An iota paid off

Of a debt

From education

He wonders if he regrets

Then, on Platform 10

There is you, and

These people you see

Like sceneries glancing

Like real life dancing

Like landscapes, they're entrancing

That pass by a train window

Just a flash

There's no time

To see more than a glimpse

Then there's that glass window that divides You're just aboard for the rides

But don't let it stop you from seeing

A fellow human being

So on Platform 10

Don't criticize

But empathize

And realize

That

On Platform 10

There is a crossroads A juncture

Of more than just trains