Train Station

I see the old train station where it used to come and where it would depart. There memories untold Though you cannot see anyone, you know that there are those still there at heart. Wood is now of mold, Is an old jail just across, feeling eyes watching you making you want to dart. The memories seem cold Of this sad place, where two trains came violently apart. The stories can't be told Of what the individuals went through that sad bleak day of old That the ghosts there still hold