11:25

The train is passing by
I was left standing behind
The wind is blowing hard
As the leaves of trees falling down

I sat down the bench
And I close my eyes and think
It’s hard to breathe and I lost my sight
Not more than loosing a chance to ride tonight

I like to run as fast as I could
To escape time and grab it mine
Or to stop everything even just for second
To reach that train and be next in line

Fast it tracks down the railway
As sunshine strikes my face with its ray
11:25 I was left on hanging
In this platform I lost the reason why I’m praying