Down where the river flows
This is where the old souls go
Where water dances in lustrous blues & bright yellows
Some died old & others were young fellows
They play jazz & R&B tunes
Drowning out their gray moods
Each one shows up sad
Then leave with a smile worth a grand
But none are here for money, no
They're here to forget the ones they let go
Heartbreak hurts indeed
But having a broken soul, nothing competes
Down by the swaying willow tree
Old souls become free
Dressed in the hues of their stories
Sneaky eyes have tried to read
Careful! Don't be seen
Humans shouldn't intervene
For there is a soul from the past
A boy who's last breath was a laugh
Still young & naive
He craved a new world to see
The sight of a girl led him to the town
And his laugh became an alarming sound
All souls searched and seeked
Braylen Otto Oakley
Whizzing past familiar places
And seeing grieving faces
They shouted his name
Wanting the pain to go away
Rummaged through their past
Hoping these feelings wouldn't last
"What is it you look for?"
BOO
Where did he go?
Nobody knew
Till then they scream out Boo
Ever wonder why ghosts say boo?
