Cold eyes, cold world,
Seeing wandering souls of old,
Oh how I wish oh how I might,
I could ignore this creepy sight.
I wonder why she stares at me,
My face, my reflection in her eyes I see,
Her emotionless face just gives me fever,
I close my eyes so I see never.
Her face, her image I visualize,
Her stare to me, as cold as ice,
Her eyes painted in crimson red,
What's on my mind? I think she's dead.
A massive fear stood on my side,
I cannot run, I'm frozen inside,
And then she whisper her words to me,
I listened to her, now I see.
A ghost I am, don't be afraid,
I won't hurt you, please hear me say,
Yes I am dead but I need your help,
I wish to bid this world farewell.
But I can't go unless I'm free,
My body was hidden somewhere in a tree,
Please help me out, go find me,
I'll tell you my story so you'll know me.
I was born somewhere where hills grow,
Somewhere between where land was low,
A wooden house that's where I dwell,
Outside you'll see there was a well.
I was at home when I died,
My father held a pointed knife,
It was that night that scarred my memory,
But I don't know why he wanted to kill me.
It's not alcohol or drugs, he wasn't even drunk,
There's something he's hiding that I can't figure out,
Oh why on earth it has to be me,
I lived a hard life, but I was happy.
Now you know my story, please help me out,
I was waiting for you for the 20th year now,
Uncover the mystery of why I died,
And find my remains, and bless it with the light.
- looks like I need a picture to justify this story.
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