I see a ghost,
a former self,
of my twisted, broken,
deprived past years.

I hold your picture close.
but with the small voice,
deep stuck in my mind,
that you are not there.

Around goes the little dancing girl,
flying around the little mirror,
Acting as though she could have been
a princess.

I see a ghost
a former self
of my twisted, broken,
deprived past years.

I see a ghost,
staring right at me,
calling, beckoning

For me.

I see a ghost
a former self
of my twisted, broken,
deprived past years.

I see a ghost
and she calls me to come and play,
hide and seek,
dead or alive.

I see a ghost beckoning to come,
and sing.
to sing.

I see a ghost
a former self
of my twisted, broken,
run down,
scarred,
deprived years.

I see a ghost.