ghosts

(Verse 1) The wind whispers through the willow, a lullaby so low And the moon hangs heavy, casting shadows on the snow I watch the old house standing, a silhouette against the night And wonder if the memories, still linger in its light (Chorus) If ghosts are real, do they walk these halls again? Do they watch the sunrise, and feel the falling rain? Do they yearn for voices, a touch they can't embrace? Or are they just the echoes, of fleeting, fragile grace? (Verse 2) The porch swing creaks and groans, a rhythm slow and deep As if a restless spirit, is trying hard to sleep A flicker in the window, a shadow on the wall Could it be a presence, answering my lonely call? (Chorus) If ghosts are real, do they walk these halls again? Do they watch the sunrise, and feel the falling rain? Do they yearn for voices, a touch they can't embrace? Or are they just the echoes, of fleeting, fragile grace? (Bridge) Maybe they're the whispers, of love that's long since gone Or the dreams that linger, in the stillness of the dawn Maybe they're the memories, that haunt us in the night The echoes of our laughter, fading in the fading light. (Chorus) If ghosts are real, do they walk these halls again? Do they watch the sunrise, and feel the falling rain? Do they yearn for voices, a touch they can't embrace? Or are they just the echoes, of fleeting, fragile grace? (Outro) The wind blows harder, the willow bends and sways And the old house stands silent, in the fading light of day I close my eyes and listen, for a whisper on the breeze Maybe it's a ghost, or maybe it's just the trees.