In my room
In the quiet night
I am alone
In the candle light
All is calm
All is still
Ghosts surround me
Spectres of my life
Amy still lingers
In my thoughts
As little fingers
Scrabbling on the floor
Though memories persist
I am lost for ever more
Slowly
All is crumbling
Slowly
Life goes on
But I am left alone
Nobody else is home
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