Ghost - Blue Foundation

Early morning, dreary horizon

Aching hands are pulling a millstone

Wailing from the cart

Moaning from a shattered heart

He’s burned down many a bridge

And he’s scared of walking in the dark

It hurts when the rain falls on his skin

Oh he is worn out from marching

And he’s forgotten for what he’s searching

Yet he keeps up the stride

God knows that he won’t arrive