Ghosts, once neighbors, workers, and children too
Living lives like ours, with dreams and hopes anew
Not monsters, not spirits, to be feared and dread
But souls who linger, with stories left unsaid
Their lives were filled with laughter, tears, and strife
Just like our own, a fragile, fleeting life
They loved and lost, they laughed and cried
Their memories remain, long after they’ve died
The movies portray them, in a frightful guise
But I believe, their truth, is hidden behind the eyes
Of love, of loss, of longing, and of pain
A humanity, that remains, long after the grave’s gain
So let us see beyond, the stereotypes and fright
And recognize, the ghosts, in a different light
As echoes of our own, fragile human heart
A reminder, we’re all connected, from the very start.
