Shyana Keajls - Ghost

There's more to me than what meets the eye,
But no one cares to see it.
I'm just a ghost who cannot fly,
It's what it is, so be it.
I wish I wasn't invisible.
I wish I didn't cry,
Bust my life is unlivable,
From the past I left behind.
I walk among the human beings,
Unnoticed and unheard.
I watch all their dramatic scenes,
Without speaking a word.
But someday, someday I will fly,
Above the stars in the sky

Shyana Keajls

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