The sun is dark the moon is
starched
Lurkin' spirits throughout the
Park
Lost and wondering where they
Search to be
An never ending journey cuz
Their souls not
Free
Looking for a place to rest it's
A game of chess
Stressed to the max trying to
Manifest
Even though their dead and
Gone
I still hear the same ol sad
Song
Waves hurling in and out my
Ears
Concealin' my tears for all of these
Years
Though I'm chased by a unknown
Fear
Ancestors reachin' I can feel them
Near
Diggin' deep into my soul they try
To pave
A pathway and make way for the purple winded waves