The Spirit In My Room
The Spirit In My Room
Sitting alone at night
Watching the candle burn
So many words spoken
That can’t be heard
Can’t be understood
Shadows cross the room
Only seen in the corner of my eye
I know they are there
I have seen them so many times
Heard them crying over lost lives
They wander around me
Trapped in my room
No hope of ever leaving
I know they were someone to somebody
A mother, a father
A sister, a brother
Someone’s child who died too soon
Now they wander around me
Trying to let me know they are there
They want to say hello
I wish I could say hello to them
Invite them to sit with me and talk
I want to get to know them
And make them my friends
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