Ghost.

Constant calling coming from a silver throat
Made my mind up after only several strokes

Raindrops echo in a tin pan
Hubris falling into my hands

Constant calling coming from a silver throat
Made my mind up after all the words I wrote

Silence, heavy over my head
Violence, hiding under my bed

Constant calling coming from a silver throat
All the children laughing at the billy goat

The most that a grape is worth is wine
And the sand on the beach isn't worth my time
And the moon aint worth a Good god damn
And the sun just aint part of my plan
And the ocean is just a mystery
And the earth is just something to seed
And the bleeding you do will not relieve the pain that you cause your self with greed

And the lines that you leave, they are just make-believe, and
The air that you breathe, it is just make-believe, and
The filth and the trees, they are just make-believe, and
The ghost that I leave, it is just make-believe, and



Credits
Writer(s): Sylvia Haynes
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