Sometimes I will see the Ghost,
Why it has come to me,
I do not know,
I want to know how it came to be.
I can feel its anger,
I can hear its sorrow,
I can see its pain,
I can scence its wish to breathe again.
Then one day it told me to follow,
So I did and went along,
She glided as I walked,
I heard it sing a yearning song.
She showed me her memories,
Once colorful faded to black and white,
Her life had been so filled with sorrow,
It had been harsh, a lonely fight.
She took me back,
Back home to bed,
Thanked me as she tucked me in,
For letting me trust her as I did.
As she started to fade,
She told me this,
Her voice an echo,
"Never live the way I did."
That ghost seems to have never forgotten me,
As I haven't of her,
Because I can feel her always by me,
Once cold, now warm. |
