Waiting

You sit in school as the hours tick by,
feeling you've wasted yet another day
As your eyes turn to shutters
and your thoughts turn to decay

You feel so underestimated
you wait patiently for your train

but when your train doesn't come
your choices are narrow
you live in the streets
or you cower in the shadows

But the second you hear the whistle
and the smell of smoke reaches your nose
You run past the miserable lies
and the sorrowful noise

You silently wait until your taken away
to a a faith that you were dreaming of only yesterday

But the whistle told you not to wear yourself out
so you don't have to feel the pain of trying to get through another day