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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