Ghost On the Roadside

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This is a remix version of a song that I had written a while back.

It is a quaint little story about an inexperienced witch who's husband is running late one night and has her very worried.  She conqures up a few fates to find out why, and sees that in the future, he is to die of a crash collision.

She drives to where she saw this happen, as fast as she can so she can be able to stop it.  However, she loses her control of the vehicle due to the fresh coat of snow on the road.  She ends up ramming another vehicle head-on.

Irony has it for these two.  It was her husband she ran into and killed, killing herself in the process.

Ghost On the Roadside

A single drop of a cloud's tear falls
She leans her head against the window
"Why is he so late?" she wonders
As the rain that fell now descends as snow

How could she have known
that he was not coming home at all
She coudn't have known
He was gone when the snow ceased to fall

He is gone now
She hangs her head and now she cries
He is alone now
He is nothing more
Than a ghost on the roadside

Conquring the darkest of her demons
She wields her power to see his future fate
Her lover is in shambles, lifeless
She had to act before it was too late

How could she have known
That she was the reason due to her crystal ball
She coudn't have known
He was gone when the snow ceased to fall

He is gone now
She hangs her head and now she cries
He is alone now
He is nothing more
Than a ghost on the roadside

And now her heart is speaking for her
Blasphomy was given to her tonight
In an attempt to witness what she didn't want to see
She found herself staring at two white lights

How could she have known
That she should have never beckoned a demon's call
She coudn't have known
He was gone when the snow ceased to fall

They are gone now
In the end is seems that everybody dies
They are alone now
They are nothing more
Than ghosts on the roadside

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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