the roadside ghosts are there to see
crosses bear lifes misery
yet we trundle flying by
wishing.... hoping ...its not our time
I see their faces and feel the pain.. the ghosts standing waiting shame
the fog that shows them in the light only coming out when night
why can me and only me see the ghostly shapes that be
the roadside ghosts i fear them most
feel the creeping
shivers me whole
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 8:54 AM UTC
the roadside ghosts are there to see
crosses bear lifes misery
yet we trundle flying by
wishing.... hoping ...its not our time
I see their faces and feel the pain.. the ghosts standing waiting shame
the fog that shows them in the light only coming out when night
why can me and only me see the ghostly shapes that be
the roadside ghosts i fear them most
feel the creeping
shivers me whole
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