Close your eyes and drift away
to see the souls of yesterday:
ghosts of lives all long since gone
haunt the dreams of weak and strong.
Wailing, warning, lessons of age;
sweetly singing words so sage.
Pray not to make the same mistakes
of those the light of life forsakes.
Learning wisdom from the wise
reading life inside dead eyes.
Open your heart, open your mind
to understand all they provide:
So much they have heard and seen,
so much they almost could have been...
And patiently I wait each night
for dreams of ghosts who know the right.
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