Grave Ghost
They say ill make it, They say their proud, They say ill wonder above the clouds, But what's it all mean when im down below, Six feet under isnt much of a show, How can i prove to the man i dreamed to be, When all is lost all hope lost for me, Im a ghost among the grave, I ponder of why my life was made, I try and try to see my point but in the end its just a grave joint.
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