When I was four years old. I woke up in the midle of the night, and saw a ghost!
There are 'those' who would say, that I was dreaming.
If it weren't for the fact, that every night after, to the present day.
I wake up in the midle of the night, and I see a ghost...
I would agree with 'those', who would say that I was dreaming
those many years ago.
How ever.. these days, I am happy to look upon the specters of
the night.
Those ghostly friends of mine, who dance for me in dark places.
who bring joy, even to the most terrible of nightmares.
