The Terminal

Two boys descend the crumbling stair Into a shimmering world of cold night air Where steam from phantom trains below Dances with the lantern's glow Welcome children to my rails Where memory meets forgotten tales Tickets please, his whispers flow Through time-worn halls and dreams remote He collects the moments that we leave behind Punches holes in memories of every kind Every train that's missed, every path not crossed He guards the station of the beautiful lost I've waited here, his smile unfolds Two sets of footsteps, young and bold Marcus, child of wandering blood Theo, trapped in solitude Your father walked these very tiles His choices echoed through these aisles Which path leads to what you seek That's not for blind men's tongues to speak I can show you where to go Every answer you should know But some truths you must pursue Through darkened halls, and that's on you Marcus Theo Choose your path carefully now To find your father in the dark somehow I see all paths that interweave The secrets that you beg to receive But knowledge comes at heavy cost Through stations of the beautiful lost The keeper of the beautiful lost Choose your platform carefully now Some trains return, but others.. somehow