Ghost Trains

Through the steam and shifting shadows Stand the boys on platform three Where phantom trains glide in silence Bearing cargo none should see The blind collector calls their numbers His voice echoes down the line These trains don't run on schedules They run on lost and borrowed time Ghost trains rolling through the night Carrying memories, wrong turns, and might-have-beens Ghost trains, streaming pale blue light Each car holds a moment where a new life begins Marcus sees a window passing His father's face aged ten years more While Theo glimpses through another His family shop with shuttered doors The collector taps his cane and whispers Each window shows a truth that's real Some trains lead to what you're seeking Some to what you fear to feel Down these tracks of rust and starlight Roll the chances never taken Dreams that slip between our fingers Promises we left forsaken Time is breaking Worlds colliding Which path will you take Which life are you denying The boys stand frozen on the platform As specters of their choices pass The collector holds two tickets Choose carefully, these moments last For in these tunnels deep below Where time and memory interweave The trains don't just show what was lost But what we might still achieve The collector knows The collector sees Every version of your destiny Choose correctly Decide quickly Marcus sees a window passing His father's face aged ten years more While Theo glimpses through another His family shop with shuttered doors