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By Philip Kyle Boone

Sometime between 1993 and 1994

There are ghosts that haunt me

That come from shadows of the past

They are thoughts and memories

That will forever last

And from these ghosts

I could never try to hide

‚cause these are the feelings

that come from deep inside

sometimes they come by day

mostly they come by night

there are even ghosts of pain

like when we’d argue and fight

often the ghosts are crying

especially when I read an old letter

they are the hopes, dreams and wishes

that somehow it could have been better

the ghosts can also be happy

like how we used to talk and play

and everytime I see these memories

I hope they never go away

But it’s just the same

Because it never seems to fail

It’s the thoughts and dreams of yesterday

That leave an empty trail