A lost ghost in the attic
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In the attic
There was a ghost
The ghost was so lost
In his small mind
And behind of his eyes
From the good old time’s
He was meeting some people
They probably would not like
What he had become
He was stunned
Helpless and weak
He couldn’t no longer even speak
With the pen and the ink
For hours he would think
He catches on to a story
Maybe few words that go together
And it starts to grow
He used to be very fast now he is old
Slow and walking with a cane
From Life to Death
He pulls a sword from the sheath