The ghosts are lost,
Never to be found,
They try but they can't make a sound,
They see and hear their loved ones,
But can't speak back,
Their worlds have been torn and shred,
They wait until the day of the dead,
To rise above midnight and walk into the sun,
To break away from captivity,
And away from negativity,
Into a world that's bright and free,
To a world where eyes can see.
