A parade of ghosts
Know love, have known
Hate, and have had regret
In hearts once full of blood.
The parade is loud
With the songs and tales
Of long lives—of short ones
Too, and celebration
Never rests once the body
Is put to rest.
A parade of ghosts
Know love, have known
Hate, and have had regret
In hearts once full of blood.
The parade is loud
With the songs and tales
Of long lives—of short ones
Too, and celebration
Never rests once the body
Is put to rest.