Bringing Death Back To Life

Poor little ghost boy
It could've been a dream
Pray for the setting sun
of all these things we've seen

And I will run you far
and we can wash away
Oh the things they did to you . .
Yesterday

Nearly home
Nearly home
Another mile
Another mile
One foot in front of the other foot

Poor little ghost boy
A gift to you, my heart
We'll find a little ghost girl
they dreamt in the far

and this time little children
will sweetly play their games
Without a force to be done
grown up counting games

Nearly home
Nearly home
Another mile
Another mile
One foot in front of the other foot.

Where'd you go?
Where'd he go?
I don't know
Why?

Just a while..

Poor little ghost boy
swallowed since by sin
To reach into the lovely new sky
From bruised and bloodied scenes

To drift down as a feather
and settle down by the stream
We will find the waterfall
To dream, dream, dream...

Nearly home
Nearly home
Another mile
Another mile
One foot in front of the other foot.

Cant it stop?
Watch the moon
our whole lives

I feel crossed
and so lost . . .