The Ghost Children

We walk through the night
Gathering allies, unspoken might
Talking in whispers, so not to fright
We are the Ghost Children.
Children of the Night.

We are forgotten, lonely and cold.
We stand together, not one of us old.
We are enslaved, our souls we have sold.
We are the Ghost Children
Lonely and Cold

We are eternal, no sense of time,
Never accepted, covered in grime
Rarely talking, often in mime
We are the Ghost Children
Here for all time.