Alone, I hear a voice so young
Who comes from a time so old
Whose words have haunted me
For so long
Hidden in night’s dark shade
Covered from gazing eyes
Heard only by the wind
A ghost that wanders the night
In the night, it calls out aloud to me
And it cries
To face the anguish of the dead
Of a child so torn
Taken from a mother’s hands
The flesh, long lifeless, decays
The soul, that rises, aware
A ghost now deadens the air
Neque avelli possunt, nox umida donec invertit caelum stellis ardentibus aptum
And they cannot tear themselves away till the dewy night rolls round the heaven, inset with gleaming stars
