In the middle of the night
When all was quiet
Maybe you heard a whisper
A noise bit couldn't quite find it

Don't call your self crazy
Quite the opposite
It may all seem hazy
Couldn't quite stop it

Our world has a history
Some not headed
Seems we have alot
Of info quite needed

Yes, I speak of spirits,ghosts, the spectre
We have a another world
Within our vector

The dead will rise
What does that quite mean
To me it means ghosts
As it might seem

Some use evp
To hear faint voices
Some of us don't need them
Those quite choices

At the age of three
They marked me
A tap to the skull
I felt but didn't see

So before you dismiss
Something you might miss
The choices you make
Forever will sit

I don't feel they are trapped
As it might seem
Someday might be you
Or might even be me

So even though you may not see
But might hear
Don't think for a second
That they are not here

Marked through history
A time we don't understand
Seems more goes on here
In our earthly land