In a world of crumbling cities, we stand on the platform’s edge,  
A train hums softly, bearing whispers, she says, “We must pledge.”  
"The road ahead is dark," she breathes, "And this place offers no grace,"  
She boards in haste, I'm left behind,
faceless foes as the shadows close in place.

With cold hands grasping tight, they hold me back with force,  
The train is moving, heart is pounding, love’s a fleeting course.  
But through the struggle, I break free, tearing through their hold,
I sprint to catch the fleeting train, heart burning, fierce and bold.  

From car to car, I chase her voice, through walls of steel and gloom,  
Her cry cuts through the silence, like the bloom of a flower’s doom.  
“Where is he? Has he made it?” Her voice, a tremulous song,  
And in that moment, I hear her call, where we both belong.  

With joy, we meet, our arms entwined, the world feels whole once more,  
She rests on my lap, our lips collide - relief, like never before.  
In the depths of night, in a broken world, we find our stolen light,  
Together, we are home again, love’s fire burning bright.
Together again, we are the same.