Out of the Shadows

The leading lines stretch out ahead,
On the shadowed floor, where light has fled.
The station stands silent, in the midst of the storm,
A place of departure, now devoid of form.

The echoes of footsteps, no longer resound,
Only the silence, as time slows down.
The walls stand tall, a witness to change,
A symbol of hope, in a world that's deranged.

The shadows stretch out, a path to the new,
Towards a future that's yet to ensue.
The world outside, a mystery that's yet to unfold,
As we follow the shadows, towards a future untold.

The clock ticks on, in a world that's still,
A reminder of time, that never stands still.
The station waits patiently, for a new day,
For the world to open up, for the skies to turn gray.

But until then, the shadows remain,
A path to the future, free from pain.
A world of hope, of light and sound,
A place where love and peace are found.

So let us follow the shadows, towards the light,
Towards a world that's pure and bright.
For in the midst of the darkness, there is still a glimmer,
A sign of hope, that shines like a shimmer.