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
Copyright © Adam Haynes | Year Posted 2006
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