The World of Myth Magazine

I took a catnap in the ghost town of my heart,
Where loneliness and anger play their part,
Where lurid ghosts resemble broken dreams,
Where I'm the only one to hear my screams.

Is there a song in me, some thought to free?
Is there a way to escape the memory?
If I wrote it all through a rhapsody,
You would sympathize with my agony?
If I bare my soul just to beg you please,
Would you lift this man up off his knees?
If my loneliness is a subtle disease,
Is there a cure to set my heart at ease?

I should have known right from the start
I buried it all within the ghost town of my heart

So if that song in me is the song I freed,
Would you see the wounds that make me bleed?
If nothing is ever guaranteed,
Why did love become this poor man's need?
If I could close my eyes and forget it all,
Ignore the memories I recall,
If I could catch myself before I fall,
I could hide my heart behind a wall.

But I took a catnap in the ghost town of my heart,
Where the walls against the loneliness fall apart,
Where there are ghosts of love forgotten by the years,
Where there is no one left to wipe away the tears.

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