as I roll to the ghost in sound
reach for the weapon
broom stick I found

under bed is my foxhole
in coming
I am lost

pretty as the night
the ghost she talks to me
a past I prefer not to see

cast of all I do not want to be
fear and death over power me

last of images on my wall
bottle empty crashes in the hall

rest in demons come to call
ghost of the past run and fall

chill of a wind I know well
flames of hate burn like my hell

God got the shakes again
tremble of fear heart pounds

sleep comes as sweat poured down
little girl touches my face

daddy it is ok I will keep you safe

there is a ghost it haunts me
in the fear of night it comes to be

light dances on a flowered wall
and the sounds of death they still call

as I roll to the ghost in sound
reach for the weapon
broom stick I found

daddy it is ok I will keep you safe
one eye closed heart now awake