A Visit From The Dead

It must be summer the sky is clear The garden is so beautiful All the flowers and all the trees Make Me feel like theyre inside of Me Im holding My sisters hand While were playing in the sand Its all but a dream My bed is moving, I cannot see a thing I am in total darkness, someone is calling I can feel the chill, its all around Me I know its not a dream, No no no Someone is in My room Standing at the end of My bed Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead Now I see her figure, its just a little child And theres no reflection, shes in the mirror Could it really be, has she returned? My little sister quot;King beware...something bad is coming Your way... King bewarequot; Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead Missy will You tell Me You know we dont have no secrets quot;Just bewarequot; Must be a visit from the dead Must be a visit from the dead Youve to to tell Me Missy Come on now, spit out little girl quot;I will send You a dream...quot;