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Description
Softly I walk upon the land
gently trodding soil
like any other man
but a ghost is all
that remains
gliding not on melody
of love or bird song
or glorious light of dawn
or dusk
but on too late an hour
in broken trust
so a wraith
remains
an image
but little more
soon a parting
and a shut door
what does it mean
to fade away
to forget all
that has passed
this way
echo softly
the footsteps
whispered on the wind
soon nothing left
but the end.

Description
Softly I walk upon the land
gently trodding soil
like any other man
but a ghost is all
that remains
gliding not on melody
of love or bird song
or glorious light of dawn
or dusk
but on too late an hour
in broken trust
so a wraith
remains
an image
but little more
soon a parting
and a shut door
what does it mean
to fade away
to forget all
that has passed
this way
echo softly
the footsteps
whispered on the wind
soon nothing left
but the end.