I'd lie.

I'd lie.

Seldom do you hear the words of the dead
coming from your lonesome surroundings.
The chills that are lent to the toes from your head,
just give meaning to a suspicious mind.
For, there's no such thing as ghosts.

Yet, there's angels and demons running our lives?
Millions of stars filling up the sky?
There's things we can't see, emotions we can't feel..
So, what makes you think that ghosts aren't real?

Is it the fear of the truth that might set you free?
Or the fear of the truth that might captivate your life?
Is it the feelings you'll hide for eternity?
Or the millions of reasons that you just
can't seem to tell me?

Yet, you can say to my face, " I don't believe."
You can push me around, telling those fibs.
You can say what you want, just as long..
As you don't admit I'm right and you're wrong.

I'd lie if I said I believe what you say.
I'd lie if I said I knew you were telling the truth.
But, sometimes the unseen stays gone through the day.
Forever hiding from what humans
tend to know, do and say