Ghost

Gone are costs
Death a relief most never seek to care or find
Weather beaten brought the new
Brightly dirty blackened hue
The old haunt, torn linen, comforting, rest again
Train streaming, howling blue, welcome light come over you
Trained to hear the pleasing muse sing a song of heavy blues
Blistered hands, sunken skin, chin held high, breath again
In with loss
Bring the cloudy western winds, for I dare to test the sins of god
Ghost of god



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Spears
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