Beautiful world all around

Sit inside without a sound

Outside specters will creep

Noiseless silhouettes that seem

Looking again at the phone

Pick it up and no one is on

In a room alone with a ghost

Stick a needle in my toe

Green and beautiful weather

With it and no one to share

Cooking inside in my kitchen

Hoping some day for better

Invisible forms that seethe

That runs for corners and deeps

Disappearing again with a leap

Touching me while I sleep

Freedom is not really free

Is priceless for the ultimate fee

No one seems to be around

Whispers never sound really loud

Somewhere someone is weeping

Waking up from a daytime dream

Someone is ripe for the keeping

Praying for the time they can leave.