Sometimes there is a presence That we are not alone There seems to be some souls That will forever and eternally roam
What could be the reason Of why they roam this way Something seems to haunt them From upon their dying day
Words of angry lovers Bitterness from a family feud Unkind words and actions There is no way to peacefully conclude
Be tender with each word you say And most kind to one and all So as not to leave any hauntings If someone receives their final call
Written by: S. Matheson 2/6/2004 |