living in fears thinking
the dark have something
cold air and dim light
maybe there's someone standing
me with my 26 of supportive years
sleeping in one room
i hear noises and whispering
of someone who i knew
the empty chair
seems to be different
i guess a ghost sit on it
to see me awake in the night
while i cry think to die
all the time i ever needed
i see shadows of people
but people were there ?
was it my thinking or
was it reality?
the noises making me nervous
with a broken heart
i guess they're telling me something
to not fall apart
the empty chair
seems to be different
i guess my demons sit on it
or my broken hopes
for America