A ghost is not a person,
but a space...
She folded the yellow paper in half
to make a crease, then folded it again...
Wake up my friend, sun is ready to rise
Dawn has brought, may be a new surprise...
I hate this place,
And all the faces I see...
When my friend sees me
he swells and pants like a frog...
Sometimes I wonder
What people see...
Traveling along the highway at dawn
Fleeing from the past or the future, I...
Your strength inspires me.
Your existance gives me hope...
Can you hear the gentle murmur
Of the brook as it glides by...
wrapped around your little finger.....
You're groomed like a cigarette...
TORN;
Apart, apart...
I am but a Grain of Sand
finely divided...