Them ghosts
I never knew ‘til I became old
what you taught me without even being
aware of the fact that I am changing
into the person you were.
I hope to thank you for your guidance
still after you sailed away
on a giant’s back into the deep ocean
where tales of old are lost and truth has no meaning any more.
I hope to thank you.
For my life seems in ruins, my acts
corrupt my soul, but I know after all
is through your image will stay with me
and my journey will be better than before
because moving ahead is never a choice
you will always turn out living
you will always turn out free.
Someday soon I see the moon show his face
on my dark cloudy nights
for where I
dance with sympathy,
struggle with perseverance
fight with truth
I will never believe in ghosts..
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