Even Ghosts Have Tears

Even ghosts have tears.

She’s stands in the field,

After the murder.

All she wanted was a friend.

The boys used that against her.



As she weeps, I take her hand.

I wipe away her tears. I kiss her head.

I will take you away from this wicked world.

Where I will take there is no more weeping.

You will find the friend you always needed.

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