funnywoof

There sits a figure A damaged and frightened figure They look haunted Haunted by the ghosts of their past The ghosts keep knocking at the door Tempting them to look Tempting them to go back Tempting them to fall in love with disaster again They desperately try not to give in to the ghosts But some days they feel like there's no other choice And yet, there is hope for this figure A chance for them to ignore the ghosts They see a ray of light in the distance A light the ghosts are afraid of They follow this light It makes them more confident to carry on moving forwards Instead of going backwards Because that's what the ghosts want The light