The Ghost we fear is the Art we make

I believe in faith

I am the wraith

With eyes open wide

Of the girl who always cried

I'm the girl who never has a lighter

And I don't even consider myself as a writer

So who am I to blame

Today I went out of bed

But the curtain dropped over my head

And I sat under the party, I enjoyed the show

I'm the rain infront of your window

Making the flowers grow

But they gonna lay me low

Executed to write above the lines

And bleeding in the rhymes of modern times

At least I hope

I think I'm a lamb in a strobe

And I'm blessed as I know them all

Who am I afraid to fall?

Like nature not under control

I'm with the soul

And the heart is on my side

In my army of benevolence we strike free

as there is no one else to do it like me

Do you hear me when I play?

Who am I to stay

The girl who always cries

Stop me if I tend to brutalize

Don't stop me if the feelings escape

And I believe in fate

And reality is just the ghost we fear

In the art we make