Ghosts

I’ve seen ghosts walk through the dark
I’ve held my hand in theirs’
I’ve shared with them my dying dreams
They’ve told me all their prayers

We walk alone in this world
Our feet compress the dirt
When its our time to move along
The world remains unhurt

The rivers still drain into the sea
Just no one left to sink
Our writers and poets are all gone
Their message left in ink

The message is a warning
Meant for you and I
The shortest part of living
Is the time before you die

I see the ghosts walk on this land
Because I am of their kin
The secret of your world is simple
Some battles you cannot win

Remember me when its all done
And you’re buried in your shrine
The darkness sits upon your chest
You’ll hold your hand in mine.

My Fair Lady

This is for you, my darling
And your buildings that chase the sky
I’ve invested all my hopes in you
The apple of my eye.

I haven’t set foot upon your flesh
Or touched your concrete skin
In your streets you have my heart
Now its yours I wish to win.

Until I set out upon my quest
I ask one thing to you
Do not change or alter slight
Remain forever new.