Ten years on,
I still hear tales.
Of the lonely spirit,
Still haunting my abandoned school.
Waiting for that someone,
To turn up and explain to him,
Why he had to die
That cold, rainy day?
That someone hasn't shown himself,
But will that person shown himself today?
My friends tell me you can hear the spirit,
Playing sad slow music on a dusy.
Well I guess, that's his way of coping with,
What happened to him forty years earlier,
Sometimes though you can hear other instruments,
So I wonder if he really is all alone?
I wonder if his attacker
know's how much pain he's caused?
This young spirit child,
These past forty years.
My old school isn't his home,
His home is up in heaven,
With his family and friends,
Sadly though...he's waiting.
For that momentus day to come along,
That day he and his spirit friends will be free,
That day, my friends say the curse will be lifted,
Well I guess we'll have to wait and see.
