Ghost - The Globes

Black crow perched on a wire

Calls out the names of the demons I’ve known

And his voice echoes onward

Deep through my heart, through skin and hard bone

I feel a ghost

Inside my lungs

Telling me to run

I want to feel young and hopeful

But no spark inside me will ever catch fire

When I die

I fear that I’ll die alone

If I lose my grip on the people I’ve loved

To be a ghost

Oh to be alone

With no where left for me to go

I fall back to your arms

With every day with each long night that passes by

I feel my ghost, my fears, fall into place