Why does no-one notice me?
Its not like I'm not here.
They don't stop and say hello,
They just walk right through me.
Why am I never noticed?
Why does no-one care?
I've always been alone,
Since the day I was born.

There was once a ghost,
Who was once a human ,happy and free.
Now he's dead and can do no more,
He wanders the streets alone.

His old house is left in ruins,
His old street is dead.
The ghost is confused,
Doesn't anyone care?

The old ghost its weary,
As he steps into the big city.
He sees streets full of cars,
And lively restaurants and  jolly bars.

The old ghost is happy,
That the people have moved on,
And have developed this loving city,
He let out a big yawn.

The old ghost satisfied returned to his grave,
And let his soul be with his body again.
The old ghost finally let go,
And got ready to go to heaven and say hello.

The Hurricane is fearless, it spins and moves blind.
It more powerful than two tornadoes combined.
It may seem so big and cruel,
Like the bully from high school.
But if your're ever scared of the hurricane don't be shy,
It'll always let you hide in its eye.