The Lost And Haunted

You don’t exist here, you’re not the same
Cast into shadows, where darkness feeds
When will you call out for me again?
Please call out to me again

And now I need you in all the darkest ways
I’d do anything to see your face
And in the garden, I heard you laugh
In hidden pages, I read of you at last

Surviving pictures bring back the pain
Injecting memories inside my veins
Then all the haunted return again
Forever calling to us again

Searching over time, embracing the rain
I wait for you to call out for me again