Talking to shadows
Gone with the wind
wherever we want to go.
Somewhere, some place we can call home.
The pangs of reality ring in my mind
I guess we'll never know
the place and time when we will find home.
This house of ghosts, why here of all places
layers layered on layers, the dusty rags of spider webs
patching up every crack from roof to floor to far corners.
Outcast of society, now do you see me?
I am here in the dark spying your every movement,
you chased out life and left this revenant all alone.
They've gone with the wind,
scattered the ashes and tossed them in the waters
so no one will know the difference.
You don't know the path that lies ahead,
you can't stand the burden that comes a sudden
not unless you're capable throwing away
your dreams and putting up with it.
Where are your people,
where are they now?
Why are you alone running from home?
Tend to the wounds however you may,
then take the hand that helps you up
and know that you're in this together,
you'll never be alone.