This is our ghostland

Where boundaries come so near

With the sight you can see them

Can understand that they are here

A shadow realm within our land

Where the ancient dead now run

With those who still have yet to feel

The breathe of life or warmth of sun



This is our ghostland

Where you must fear to tread

As one stray path will lead you to

This dreaming land of long lost dead

Where unborn spirits ride once more

And hunt and play and hide

In the wilds that lie so close to home

In the worlds that weve denied.



This is our ghostland

Though its true we hide it well

But its only one short whisper from

The time we all could tell

The dust beneath our feet still is

The same dust they walked on

And just because we cannot see

Does not mean they have gone.