?? Title: “Subway Faces”
(Verse 1)
Morning rush, a crowded train,
City lights through windowpanes.
Silent strangers side by side,
Different lives on the same ride.
A woman hums beneath her breath,
A student stressed about a test.
A man in a suit with tired eyes,
Dreaming under neon skies.
(Pre-Chorus)
We don’t speak, but here we are,
Sharing space like distant stars.
All just passing through the haze,
In the rhythm of our days.
(Chorus)
These subway faces, stories untold,
Hearts full of fire, hands feeling cold.
Everyone chasing something bright,
Through tunnels long and morning light.
No one stays, but all belong,
In this quiet, moving throng.
(Verse 2)
Headphones in, world tuned out,
Lost in thoughts, swimming in doubt.
An artist sketches on her knee,
A child points out what he sees.
An old man folds a wrinkled note,
Reads the words his daughter wrote.
A dancer taps his nervous feet,
Practicing moves in a metal seat.
(Pre-Chorus)
We're shadows moving through the dark,
Each a flicker, each a spark.
Moments missed or maybe made,
As we ride the tracks we’ve laid.
(Chorus)
These subway faces, stories untold,
Hearts full of fire, hands feeling cold.
Everyone chasing something bright,
Through tunnels long and morning light.
No one stays, but all belong,
In this quiet, moving throng.
(Bridge)
Every stop, a chance to change,
New hellos and last goodbyes exchanged.
If only eyes could truly see,
The poems in this symphony.
(Final Chorus)
These subway faces, fading fast,
Ghosts of present, dreams of past.
Still we ride, and still we roam,
Together, yet so alone.
But in this train, for one small ride,
We are one — side by side.
(Outro)
Subway faces, in motion still,
Each with a voice, a dream, a will.
A thousand lives in just one glance,
In a fleeting subway dance.
