Ghost In My Arms

It hurts her head and hits her mind

To think of time so short to bind

She never felt the need of one lifetime

A moment was full; if it had memories divine

And as the smoke rose high a picture was formed

So blur, but so clear all together coming around

To this world chasing wind it might sound

But to her the face was and will be so profound

And as the dawn approached with alarm

Full of iniquities there was still a charm

Now every night when remorse makes a swarm

I say to myself, You were just a ghost in my arms