Trampled Ghosts

Place an ear to the ground
Trampled ghosts, they make no sound
Yet we walk their world
We trace their steps that time blurred

We're all just stories in the end
How many have we not heard?
God sent, these ghosts are all my friends
They drift away, unheard

A breath of wind, they sigh
Through howling landscapes made of years gone by
On crying winds, dust blows
That dust once was a forgotten rose

We're all just stories in the end
How many have we not heard?
God sent, these ghosts are all my friends
They drift away, unheard

We're all just stories in the end
How many have we not heard?
God sent, these ghosts are all my friends
They drift away, unheard



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Foster, Liam Singleton
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