Ghost

Storm rolls in To my hometown The sky turned black The sirens sound And the house we grew up in is gone up in flames All the pictures are broken, falling out of their frames There's my friend in the corner, and the little girl said, "All my memories are haunted There's a ghost in my bed" Moms scream names Them kids gone now Dads searching Crying out And the house we grew up in is gone up in flames All the pictures are broken, falling out of their frames There's my friend in the corner, and the little girl said, "All my memories are haunted There's a ghost in my bed"