A ghost rider never to be understood,
Never to be seen touched or heard from,
A puzzle not solved
A mean way to say an angel has disappeared
Goodbye cruel world back to the never ending abyss of self
I am only your mirror
A glass house made of steel, a pretty site to see but no where near
Nowhere in site and a scattered thought of deception is what's real
If I spoke to soon say something, I believe I have waited long enough..
Stood inside of muddy waters waiting on the muck to dry up
The sun is coming
A ghost rider without a horse.. No stallion or saddle
No shoes no shirt...
He is wild
Hello beautiful world, stay for a while
