The rain is full of ghosts tonight,
Haunting me with a touch,
Sending goosebumps up my
spine,
Home,
even the solace of home won't
save me
from these damned souls.
I hear them whisper on the roof,
Sometimes they scream,
anything they can do to get
under my skin.
The rain is full of ghosts tonight,
Nowhere to turn to,
No cemetery can hold them all,
So they sit and weep outside my windows, I'd much like to console them but how do
you console a ghost?
