Lirama

Waking on a train dreaming,
charmed alone they started speaking.
Captured in his artist way
before the memories fade away.

To remember a face,
and you're home or want to.

Certain they would meet soon,
paint a portrait of a family.

Single light on, single way,
single light away.

The night fell.
Saw a painting on the stairwell
to mourn the passing of a daughter dear.
Her soul upon the train
so far so near.
Just close your eyes and you're home.