Ghosts کے بول

There are ghosts in every face I see So unknowing, so unknowing There are ghosts in every soul I meet Imperfections, lost transgressions When we moved away we turned pages; pages that read Flowers bloom the same in these spaces, ageless with time Walked with God in, in the garden here Felt so lonely, so unholy Corners of you, watching light pass by Silent yearnings, often burning When we moved away we turned pages; pages that read Flowers bloom the same in these spaces, ageless with time