Is anything left of the girl she once was?

Will these ghosts ever rest?

Is there peace to be had?

In a window shines a light.

A warm, inviting light, in a house she once knew.

A home filled with love,

And the house calls her name.

Windows aglow with kindness

Illuminate the soul of this home from her past.

Surely goodness and honesty abide within

And the house calls her name.

And the ghosts call her name,

As her feet try to move.

Will these ghosts ever rest?

Is there peace to be had?