Ghosts

Lost in the night. Just faces, just lights. Figures pass, figures drift, never lift. Ghosts or just ghosts underneath the city stars. In the still of the night, just ghosts passing By. Whispers in the dark, where shadows run and hide. Faces flash, never stay for A while. Ghosts or just ghosts, passing through the Night. In the rhythm of The streets, ghosts without delight. Just ghosts like us. We dance, we fade away. No promises, no praise. Just the night, just the maze. Soul screams and just prays. Before the morning, these moments lapse from sight. Building up to nothing, disappear the first light. Ghosts or just ghosts, where city shadows hide. In the still of the night, forever asking Why. Ghosts or just passing through the night. In the rhythm of the streets, ghosts without Delight. Just ghosts like Us