As I begin to look upon my life
Through war torn eyes

I now see all that we should regret
Of ever knowing
For always showing
The lies
The games we all know very well
The abouse and pain
The heart ach the trama
The love that now was lost

Never to know what that will be
As you turne old and gray
Starting to show

The war deep within your soul
Once you were thought to be happy
Turns upon you like a lion to a fresh kill

Your heart once guarded by the wall
So ferm and tall
Now has been wraped so tight
With thin strands of wire
To never fell the pain
That once plaged upon you

For now you are the man they call the ghost
Moveing as if you were here
But you were never near

For you have lost your soul
Once upon a time
You had love
But has now been long past due

Now as a man upon his knees
Heart now begins to bleed
As the wire begins to tighten
This war in my eyes

For what am I to do
As to all I no longer exist
For I am the man they call the ghost

One is only a ghost if they chose to hide in the
shadows of others. One must learn to stand up and
be heard. The world will never know who you are
if you don't speak up and make others take notice .

All has been heard
Now all that is left is a shalow wisper in the wind

Lost upon the see of hopes and dreams

Never knowing were I will be

A flare was sent
Up so high to the plain

Now all that is left to be seen
Will never be seen nor heard

So to all I am a ghost.

A ghost for now, whose being will mend.
To separate memory of those real or pretend (liars).

A mind and heart thus proven strong,
Who's body, mind, and soul have been greatly wronged.

The man I've met, I can attest,
Has great strength and power to resurrect.