Ghost Host Ost St T
A second, a minute, a fraction in time
Is all it takes to make us mime
To shut us close to a world so warm
And open us up to a world this cold.
Frankly speaking, I don't know
How the story ever did unfold.
But I see through this facade
With all its messy dirt-stained mud.
Thus I pray and pray and pray
That the ghost of yours would fade away.
That one day you would heal
To have the appetite for a healthy meal.
Because everybody makes mistakes
Micro, macro, big and small
Are all it takes for us to fall.
So be strong, my friend
Because a helping hand here
I will lend.
God heals.
