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Ghosts in my mind - always there
Think about them - do I dare
I try to keep them tucked away
They come out to haunt - every day
The Ghosts are friends that I once knew
Friends that were both brave and true
All died in a span of just one year
Because in war, death comes each day
Each soldier mourns in his own way
I chose to store my grief inside
I guess it was my way to hide
But at peace I could not be
While these Ghosts were haunting me
Then I realized - they aren't haunting
They are friends - merely wanting
To be remembered in some way
For the price they had to pay
Now finally after all these years
I at last can shed my tears
My Ghosts will stay all my days
And I like it just that way |