Walk Down
The house is was destroyed, I know that, A great fire burned and burned, The whole area flat.
Only a few buildings survived the fire, My being among them, It was so, because, It happened to be at the end of the lane.
I remember how I used to walk this way How I'm walking now, I remember how I used to stop this way, How I'm stopping now.
I used to look up, at the first floor, Searching for the pretty girl's eyes, I used to find them then, Looking right into mine.
I used to stand and gaze at her, Stopping time and tide, She used to wave her pretty wave, And smile her pretty smile.
I look up at the first floor now, An old habit of mine, I see the same pretty eyes, and, I see the same pretty smile. Confused, I look up again, Breathing in sharply, I see the girl I used to see, Standing in the same window, smiling happily.
I look into her empty eyes, I see her empty wave, I understand whats going on, I suddenly turn away.
The fire, the death, the horror, It all comes back to me now, How I escaped, she did not, I remember it all now.
They took all the bodies away, Every last one of them, But I know the spirits never went away, I know she is one of them.
I quickened my pace, I ignored her call, I ran over burned roads, I jumped over charred walls.
I vowed never to go back, Promised myself, crossed my heart, But, I knew, and I was sure that nothing would ever, Keep us two ghosts apart.
