My safety is found in the rays of the sun
My safety is in the arms of the autumn breeze
In the light reflecting through the red and yellow leafs

And when I breathe in
It's then my lungs know
That the cool air feels something like home

My home lies up in the mountains
And also down by the shore
I can almost hear the "Welcome back"
With every wave that dissipates
Until it reaches my toes

Yet there's only one place I have found I belong
It's only in your heart my roots grow

I've been waiting here, at the train station, for quite some time now
Seating here by the tracks,
Hoping to hear my name called out as every new train arrives and then eventually departs once again

As a young girl I was told that one day my turn would come
One day I would be summoned into the train
New experiences would then wait ahead
I'm starting to wonder now, though, if those words were correct

I see a lot of people who get on these trains every day
Some more than once,
Others barely arrive only to be called up, much to their surprise
And then there are those who have been here for years,
Only hope exists for them
And as they get older some get bitter,
Others become railroad workers and forget all about their ride on the train
I hear they come to the end of their lives never having heard the call of their name

And so I wonder if I will grow old in this station too
Why are so many going before me?
I've been here longer and behaved better too!
I busy myself, at times, with the games at the lobby
Or sometimes volunteer to help at the front desk
Or make conversation with the others while they wait
Keeping busy, although, all the while with my ears attentive to the sound of my name

I don't want to become angry
I don't want to be bitter either
I just want to know why I feel like I've been forgotten
Why has this gift not been bestowed upon me too?
Have I been doing something wrong or waiting in the wrong lane?

Perhaps my turn will come with the next train

I've got a bag full of questions
They're written in little white folded pieces of paper
And if a bag could hold a portion of the worlds wonder
It'd be right here

Look at me
What do you see?

Show me how I got here
Teach me how each piece of the puzzle,
That makes me up, fits

Why are they all different colors?
Why does the zigzag and the circle click?

And if I know nothing, then won't you take me there?
Take me to that place and show me those things I've yet to see

Show me how it was,
How it is,
How it will be,
And maybe even how it should be

Show me who I am
And how I fit

I love the morning because the world is fresh and new
There are those days where it seems like even though the sun may have risen a million times before, it never has risen like today
That big brilliant balloon filled with light shattered the darkness and chased away the thieves
Giving you enough room so that you can breathe and see clearly

I love the morning because of the silence
The silence that crept in during the night and lingered just long enough to be felt
It's a blank canvas
A sailboat waiting to be directed so that it can direct you

I love the morning because sometimes I imagine not being so alone
Waking up to a friendly face
Warm hugs and breakfast in bed
I can almost see you seating there on the bed
Eating banana pancakes and laughing at the silly things I say

I love the morning because it can speak to you if you listen
Sometimes I can hear it seducing me to step out
To leave this inside world and burst into a thousand pieces
So that I can experience a thousand moments
A thousand emotions
A thousand adventures all at once

But instead, there is only me
With this one moment
One breath to breathe
The possibilities still endless
The journey to take still up to me