Ghosts (8/2006)
Trade away an unknown fate
For sure existance without wait
Time meanders like a child
Lost, confused, not reconciled
When hands of silence grip the air
A million thoughts fall from a stare
And lose themselves inside a place
Where hope is bitter to the taste
Like a wave that will not fold
A dream forgotten, a lie untold
A sillouhette of memories past
A ghost in spaces shadows cast
Life is just a dream that we are all in love with
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