Last Train Before The Light
Not everything is lost and you know it
In the depths of twilight’s embrace,
A train emerges, a final race.
Last chance to board before the night,
To escape the darkness, embrace the light.
Through smoky trails and flickering haze,
Passengers gather, lost in a daze.
They carry burdens, heavy and deep,
Seeking solace, a chance to weep.
The last train before the light arrives,
A beacon of hope, where the soul survives.
It carries dreams, both shattered and whole,
A refuge for those seeking to make themselves whole.
Not everything is lost, you know,
In the depths of despair, seeds can still grow.
Each carriage carries stories untold,
Of battles fought and hearts once bold.
As wheels turn, tracks whisper a song,
A symphony of resilience, where hope belongs.
In the flickering lanterns, shadows dance,
A reminder that life is a fleeting chance.
Through valleys and tunnels, the train winds,
Unveiling landscapes, both cruel and kind.
The journey unfolds, a tapestry of fate,
Guiding passengers toward a different state.
Not everything is lost in this midnight hour,
The train carries dreams, budding like a flower.
A chance to leave behind the shadows of past,
To reclaim a future, brighter and vast.
So step aboard, dear traveler, don’t be afraid,
For the last train before the light is made,
To carry souls yearning for a fresh start,
To awaken the flame within each weary heart.
In the distance, a glimmer of hope appears,
A beacon of light to conquer all fears.
With each passing mile, darkness fades,
As passengers journey towards the light’s cascades.
Not everything is lost, you see,
The last train before the light sets you free.
Embrace the journey, trust the unknown,
For new beginnings await, seeds of hope are sown.
As the train speeds on, leaving darkness behind,
The light awaits, where serenity we find.
So gather your strength, let go of the blight,
And embark on the last train before the light.
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