Haunted

Of course there are ghosts
There are remnants of the dead which remain
We hold them to us
As a blessing or a curse
We play the images they helped us to create
In our minds.
Those memories are bittersweet
Pictures of good times and bad
Yet they can play forever in our minds
Messages of joy & comfort; of anger; of punishment...
We look at who we are and we see Them
In the self-image they helped to create
We'll remember the ways they looked at us
And we'll cringe, cry, or smile
We'll hear the way they thought of us--and themselves
Accepting or rejecting their hate or love
These are the elements of the dead that remain
The living create the ghosts.

Haunted

Of course there are ghosts
There are remnants of the dead which remain
We hold them to us
As a blessing or a curse
We play the images they helped us to create
In our minds
Those memories are often bittersweet
Pictures of good times and bad
Yet they can play forever in our minds
Messages of love & comfort; of anger; of punishment; tears; laughter
We'll look at who we are and see them
In the self-image they helped us create
We'll remember the ways they looked at us
And we'll cringe, or cry, or smile
We'll hear the way they thought of us--and themselves
Accepting or rejectingtheir love or hate
These are the elements of the dead that remain
The living create the ghost
We haunt ourselves