It whispers in my ear.
The shadow with no fear
speaking, without shedding a tear.
About a danger coming near,
coming right towards my rear.
Speaking, equipping my holy gear.
It tells me to stand and sing
while it holds me under its wing
"Do not be afraid of the ghost.
It is only a victim so lost."
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 8:25 AM UTC
It whispers in my ear.
The shadow with no fear
speaking, without shedding a tear.
About a danger coming near,
coming right towards my rear.
Speaking, equipping my holy gear.
It tells me to stand and sing
while it holds me under its wing
"Do not be afraid of the ghost.
It is only a victim so lost."
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