In the heart of night, the train departs,
A symphony of wheels, a chorus of parts.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Beneath the vast, unending sky.

The whistle’s cry, a melancholic tune,
As shadows dance beneath the moon.
Through cities bustling, villages still,
The train moves on, with iron will.

Passengers dream of distant lands,
As memories slip through their hands.
Each station tells a story old,
Of love, of loss, of tales untold.

The dawn breaks, a new day’s light,
The journey ends, but feels so right.
For on this train, life’s moments blend,
And in its tracks, we find a friend.