In the dead of night, when all is still, And the world around is hushed and chill, The shadows move and the air grows thin, And whispers echo in the wind.
There's something there, you can feel it near, A presence that fills you with both hope and fear, It lingers on, though the body's gone, And leaves behind a sense of wrong.
They say ghosts haunt the living world, Their memories trapped, their souls unfurled, And in the dark, they reach out to us, A reminder of life, of love, and of loss.
They come to us in many forms, In dreams and visions, in quiet storms, And though we may not see them clear, Their presence lingers, always near.
So when you feel a shiver run, Or hear a whisper on the breeze undone, Just remember, ghosts are all around, And in the silence, they can be found.
