[Into] [Spoken, gently:] This is how it felt the first morning the three found their way to that door… [Verse 1] She came up the steps with a calm on her face, A hush in her footsteps, a slow, steady grace. The rafters were holding their breath in the dim, Till the room seemed to open and welcome her in. She carried no fanfare, no thunder, no call— Just the kind of soft presence that steadies us all. [Chorus] Oh travelers, travelers, three hearts in a line, Finding the places where pathways combine. The Waystation whispered, “You’re safe to begin”— And something felt brighter the hour you walked in. [Verse 2] He followed behind with a soul weathered deep, A keeper of stories too heavy to keep. He spoke of long journeys, of burdens he bore, Of truths that felt lighter when shared evermore. He’d wandered through silence, through rooms locked within— Till finding a doorway that welcomed him in. [Chorus] Oh travelers, travelers, three threads in one braid, Binding the moments where honesty’s made. He found his own courage in soft candlelight— For some things need more than just two to feel right. [Bridge] Some folks arrive with a trumpet and sound, But they came so gently the walls never frowned. And somehow the hall felt a shift in its bones— A sense that no heart had to carry alone. [Verse 3] Then one more stepped forward, unsure but sincere, A soul who'd held back what was hardest to hear. But something about being three in that space Let shadows feel smaller, gave truth a new place. And that was the morning connection grew wide— When love built a hearth none had faced from the side. [Final Chorus] Oh travelers, travelers, family of three, Finding the strength where the heart learns to be. The Waystation murmurs of how it began— The day every story found room in one span. [Outro] [Spoken:] Funny how three voices can soften an entire room… just by trusting it together.
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