This Is Not Exactly Casper We'Re Talking About

one day We all must face the ghosts of who we thought we were back then, back when we were younger, but we were stronger We've grown weaker with our age Souls worn down by passing days Images of youthful eyes flash across my dreaming mind Innocence and openness A state of grace i've grown to miss Open doors all closing now lights and shadows crashing down Another breath has gone to dust Another year has turned to rust Let's find our place in dusk and dawn Take heart in the loss that is who we are