Ghosts

There are ghosts in every face I see
So unknowing, so unknowing
There are ghosts in every soul I meet
Imperfections, lost transgressions

When we moved away we turned pages; pages that read
Flowers bloom the same in these spaces, ageless with time

Walked with God in, in the garden here
Felt so lonely, so unholy
Corners of you, watching light pass by
Silent yearnings, often burning

When we moved away we turned pages; pages that read
Flowers bloom the same in these spaces, ageless with time