Ghosts That Linger

Shadows bloom like fleeting art Whispers carve into my heart Fragments drift where silence sings Fading edges, tethered strings They rise in cracks of fleeting light A breath, a pulse, a weightless fight Oh, the ghosts that linger near Cold as mist, sharp and clear They move through fractures, soft but wild A haunting hymn, a restless child Footsteps waltz on splintered stone Faint reflections, not my own Flames flicker, shadows bend Cycles start where endings end They weave through space, dissolve in air A touch, a trace, they're always there Oh, the ghosts that linger near Cold as mist, sharp and clear They pull the strings, they sing their ache A fragile hum, a truth that breaks Not here to harm, not here to stay They rise, they fall, they drift away A fleeting song, a shapeless form The calm that follows every storm Oh, the ghosts that linger near Cold as mist, sharp and clear They move through fractures, soft but wild A haunting hymn, a restless child And as they fade, the silence hums A hollow light where shadows come Still they hover, soft and strange Ghosts that linger, but never change