We think we’re chained,

But at last we’re free,

They thought they drained,

The life from me.

As we move,

To and fro,

We remove,

Our simple ghost.

Look at us!

Wandering about,

We need to trust,

This faithful turnout.

Freedom feels nice,

As we move through the night,

But our only vice,

Is the lack of light.

I try to see,

But as hard as it is,

This is not for me,

I’d rather be helpless.