We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger,

A place where echoes whisper beneath the ground,

The past walks with us, silent yet near,

Fingers of memories, lost and profound.

Each step is traced by the shade of the past,

A world that moves forward but cannot let go,

The air thick with the things we’ve outlasted,

The shadows of lives we’ll never fully know.

We’ve danced with our demons...

What matters in this world?

Everyone, and everything.

Every action leaves a mark.

an imprint,

a trace.

Everything which has existed, though maybe now forgotten, has done its part.

and maybe by now, you forgot her face.

But you won’t forget everything she did for you.

How she made you laugh after you felt empty for weeks.

Or how if you wanted to do something, she would do it too.

Even if someo...

Perhaps it was always meant to be this way

Two hearts walking different paths

As if I was always meant to leave you behind

Perhaps we were always meant to be nothing

Like sand castles, we built ourselves up

Only to let the ocean drag us apart

Perhaps I was always meant to feel the ache of you

Guiding me always to seek the light of others

Instead of lingering alone in the dark

Perhaps we were a...

We Live in a Land Where Ghosts Footprints Linger

All along the ground are the footprints that won’t go away

They’ve tried everything to make the footprints go away but nothing works

I’ve been walking past the footprints for years now

Always trying to think of ways I can make them vanish

Then once when I was walking past I though “Nobody has tryed covering them with the dirt all around them”

I tri...

In a land where shadows dance on walls,

Where the past and present blend and blur,

We walk on paths of ancient calls,

With the footprints of ghosts that stir.

Every breeze carries whispers old,

Tales of those who lived and died,

Stories of courage and hearts so bold,

Echoing where the spirits abide.

The trees hold secrets in their bark,

Their leaves tremble with unseen sighs, ...

We live in a land where where the footprints of ghosts linger.

That’s why I see you everywhere.

In the halls walking with that smile on your face

In the choir room singing with such grace

At your house where you spent your final days.

Even the cardboard on the ground keeps your memory around

And when someone asks for a hug I can’t help but think about breaking down

And now when I see someone wal...

I’m sitting here looking over at the seats we sat at

Looking over to the ghosts of our past dancing around the table

I see them smiling and laughing

They’re mocking me with the things i don’t have

The things that I long for

It’s a haunting sight I can’t look away from

Wishing I could go back to a a world where we were all together laughing in that booth

No matter how hard I try

They won’t...

I am haunted by my demons

The things of nightmares in my mind

They tell me there’s nowhere to hide

Regrets are powerful

The demon in me says I should have been there

I should have held your hand

I should have told you it would be okay

You are not content with what happened

I understand

I wish there was something I could have done too

Fate pulled you from my grasp

You screamed

Oh how you screamed

...

Somber notes ring out,

Marking time and counting steps

Counting, catching, calling,

The waifs that lose their tether.

Imprinted upon the mind,

Sordid twists of vines evergreen.

Tightening…

Tightening…

TIGHTENING!

Unable to breathe,

Unable to stay,

No longer the desire to be.

Silver flashes of thunder bolts,

Paints agonising...

Countless tries at reaching divine

lead a stray man walking,

reaching tears from the pry-

of the souls that stood before

whom chose to hook to the sinker.

Chalk it up to living where

the footprints of ghosts linger....