I will be the ghost
that’s walking through the hall,
In shadows I shall linger,
hearing echoes call.
Whispers of the past,
a silent reverie,
In the labyrinth of memories,
I will wander free.
Who’s that in the room
where once my children slept?
A specter of longing,
where memories are kept.
Who’s that in the room,
where my bride once wept?
In twilight’s soft embrace,
her tears so softly crept.
A fate I must accept,
with each step that I take,
I’ll tiptoe through the shadows,
my soul begins to quake.
I was once frightened of the phantom,
but now the phantom’s me,
A haunting presence in
this hall of memories.
Through the veils of time,
I will drift and fade,
In this corridor of heartache,
where broken dreams are made.
