I’m walking all alone in this dusty silent ghost town,
The silence is more unsettling than any barbarian war cry.
The town looks old, even the streets and buildings look worn down,
This town must have been alive once, but it shrivelled up and died.
The stories that must be hidden in these homes,
If only these battered walls could talk.
The secrets that we could have known,
I try to forget it but these thoughts,
they just keep coming back, they never stop!
I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, all I can do is think,
Of the ghost town and it’s inhabitants.
I’m being driven to insanity’s brink,
I have to try and unearth the mystery or else, I’ll look back and repent.
It may take my whole life and I still might not get the truth,
But at least I won’t ask myself “What if?”, at least I will have tried.
I’ll have to oppose the world, I’ll have to sacrifice my youth,
But when my time comes, a happy man I’ll die.
Because I’ll know I had a dream and I followed it,
I clung to my hope and fought on, obstacles notwithstanding.
And that’s the secret of happiness, the basic fabric of the human spirit,
To fight for a cause greater than yourself an give it your all and everything.