GHOSTS

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I see ghosts around every corner

Every time we go for a ride

No matter how I try to keep them away

I can never seem to hide

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Hide myself from their ghastly grip

In attempts to keep myself sane

For reliving each terrible memory

Will only cause more pain

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It’s always the images of the dead I see

And never of those we’ve saved

It seems they’re bored and restless

Just lying in their graves

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They come out all together sometimes

When I’m feeling most depressed

And haunt my visions and my dreams

Thus preventing much-needed rest

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That vacant lot used to house

A mother and her five babes

One fiery night not long ago

We were unable to come to their aid

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Another turn, and down the street

Stands a tree with a mark on its side

One helpless night a few years back

I watched as a young girl died

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Driving further from my station, away from here

Doesn’t keep the ghosts away

It only reminds me of other horrors

Of a slightly more distant day

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I’ve served in this city for twenty-five years

So there are ghosts all over town

I can never predict when they’ll rear their heads

And begin to drag me down

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I know in my heart I did all I could

To save them from their fates

But I can’t seem to shake their eternal screams

And wonder what next awaits

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. Copyright 2006 - Tom Kenney