My ghost,
what are the words left behind?
never give love a try,
whom do you hold the most?
Cause I always find the end,
whats worth the heart that's mended;
when it breaks again?
take the sorrow,
forget yesterday and today,
cause tomorrow is just a city of dust,
this world is never enough,
cause the color of the soul is the wind,
we all just follow;
follow our father's footprints,
they're meant for today;
but today fades;
so bring on tomorrow,
cause we'll always see the sorrow;
but it's never left behind,
we'll give this world a try;
just one more try,
give us another prayer in this life,
and we'll see it to the sands end,
what's worth the heart that's mended;
when all you see is what's broken?
I've been here before; before behind.
