The Ghost Outside.
The ghost outside, stays far away.
For the lack of space, is just that way.
Crystals of rain so bright and free.
Cool off the hot and dried out trees.
Streets are cleared, from dust and smog.
The cool air breeze, starts up a song.
Which is a very catchy tune.
So you start to dance right in that room.
Misty fog, from misty rain. With bright blue eyes, and no disdain.
To secrets heard once long ago, will live a life not just for show.
I can’t reveal the secrets, to ever lasting joy.
Of once forgotten by a man, who used to be a boy.
A boy with so much knowledge, but nothing left to share.
I hope that someone writes the words, that will start to make him care.
For once a violent civilized overzealous bunch of crooks.
Destroyed the sacred documents, and replaced them with their words.
I know they all act civilized, up to now it’s only worked.
Til we all expose them, as masquaraded crooks.
So what’s the point in waiting, when we have to take control.
Of those that all seem heartless, with a fuckin heartless soul.
So all my words seem lame at last, if you dont decide yourself.
Cause these few words are somber, and can be lost up on the shelf.
Not sure how you can do it, when theirs noone left to blame.
For all around us looks so pure, but it causes me some pain.
So now I may retire, knowing that I touched one soul.
That may of just been heartless, or just wanting to be whole.