I look out of the windows as it rains,
And wonder If it is just the hope, the smile,the faith, that it drains;
Walking down the old mansions by the coast,
I look through the rusted barbs, just in time to see my ghosts
And wonder if its just my mind they render the host.
I look out of the window and smile in retort,
as I feel myself ebb away 'bout the mind they extort.
