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My Hidden Voice

Ghosts Of Yesterday

You were given many chances,
Could have made a better life,
But you fought with all your neighbours,
And you cheated on your wife,
Now you've crossed the final marker,
And there's nothing you can do,
For the ghosts of yesterday
Are after you.

You are running from their shadow,
And you're sinking in despair,
You are hiding in your 'closet',
But you know they're always there,
You will run until you're weary,
Then keep running 'til you die,
For the ghosts of yesterday
Are after you.

And you know that you are guilty,
And you know that you have sinned,
And the voices you are hearing,
Are much more than just the wind,
Now you hear them in the morning,
And they haunt you late at night,
For the ghosts of yesterday
Are after you.

On your tombstone will be written,
"He is buried with his past,
Couldn't make a restitution,
For the mold was all but cast,
Now no longer with the living,
He is sleeping with the dead,
For the ghosts of yesterday
Were after him."

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

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