Inside her house lives a spirit or two.
Someone strange she never knew.
They stand there and stare,
Like as if they do not care.
Maybe this used to be their home.
The one that they used to own.
I have seen a man always walking in back of me.
Maybe he used to have a daughter of his own, or maybe three.
I wish I knew what he wants, maybe I can help him.
He watches me at night, because I feel him a staring, He knows where I have been.
There also is a lady and she looks at me with a concern in her eyes.
I hope she is trying to say goodbye.
Maybe they are lost in the light.
Sometimes I hear voices like someone starting a fight.
They never kiss and tell,
I no this story very well.
So someday I will reach out to them.
I need to know when this will end.
It becomes a little creepy, knowing that they are watching me.
Maybe their spirits need to be set free.
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