Twas the night I saw a ghost,
A morbid little peace of hope.
He did his dance, he said his words,
He knew however, None his worth.

He haunted till the early morn,
The dreams of dreamers,
Their lives unscorned.

He knew not why
or what he did,
Just the job
was a burden of his.

He walked alone,
Through the crowd,
He drank alone,
In company.

From house to home,
From world to wide.
His journey the same,
The passengers alight.

His life so real,
His dreams untrue.
His bowed endower,
Didn't mean much to you.

But when you did,
See his sliver.
He was gone,
A hope, a Quiver.

A light too lost,
To your darkness still.
A prayer unanswered,
The hopeless kin.