Along the rails of time it glides,
Whispering tales in the moonlit night,
A symphony of wheels that never hides,
Dreams carried in its gentle flight.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The train wanders with a timeless grace,
Underneath the vast and starry sky,
It finds its path, a silent trace.

Passengers lost in thoughts and dreams,
As landscapes blur in fleeting scenes,
The rhythm of the rails redeems,
A journey where hope convenes.

As dawn breaks on the horizon’s line,
The train hums softly, a lullaby,
Endless tracks that intertwine,
A voyage that never says goodbye.