The Unknown Cry
my dark nights.
when the lights come off, my deceased grandfather plays the light, and the music helps me to continue on, keeping trying, put up a fight.
sometimes i feel alone in the room, sometimes i feel like theirs ghost visitors wondering why im crying, i turn my head because sometimes i have no answer.
they watch over me, behind my 2 closet doors.
to keep from myself from looking at them, i tune to the music, and hears Mary saying 'im not gone cry, it's not worth my time because you're