When I was young I ran thru the woods
The branches chased me
The spirits ran wild
The ghosts were fun
Showing their souls
In a spiritual walk
Sometimes the real people appeared
And they told me
Be prepared.
For the next time
The music played loud
And chanted to the heavens
All in tune
When I awoke
I saw a cloud
It was her
The girl I knew from the past
But she was a faint memory
A distant soul
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