The Ghost
I've lived all of these years.
Hiding from all of my fears.
All the tears that I've cried.
All the dreams that have died.
Always seeing the Ghost.
That unbidden comes the most.
Of someone who was never there.
Someone who never had a care.
For a young child's soul.
Who never knew about the hole.
One that I'll always see.
Whenever I look inside of me.
Now I'll live forever with my tears.
And I'll live forever with my fears.
That one day I might be the Ghost.
Who was never there.
Who never had a care.
For that tiny aching hole.
Left inside a young child's soul.
Hiding from all of my fears.
All the tears that I've cried.
All the dreams that have died.
Always seeing the Ghost.
That unbidden comes the most.
Of someone who was never there.
Someone who never had a care.
For a young child's soul.
Who never knew about the hole.
One that I'll always see.
Whenever I look inside of me.
Now I'll live forever with my tears.
And I'll live forever with my fears.
That one day I might be the Ghost.
Who was never there.
Who never had a care.
For that tiny aching hole.
Left inside a young child's soul.
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