Ghosts
Of the voices they left behind
In the tide line's they will confide
Everything in time
At night
When the waveforms burn in the air
Like a whisper caught in a prayer
Can you hear me?
So I wait
Lying still with dust in my eyes
All through these years
Dreaming of the day we will fly
But for now
As broken hearts wait to mend
And stories wait for The End
So I will still be here
