With The Ink Of A Ghost

I know as I see
Touching through the mist
All hypocrites they're racing deadlines on the list.

Eager to imply
There were footprints in the rain
Meeting all tonight
Telling they're doing great
Telling they're doing great.

Scatter [?]
And this brings into the air
Old berries in the trees
Praying to stay clear.

Some might be afraid of them elegantly
In the past
She runs from the deepest valley passed the sun
Opening p the wall
Time spending contemplating.

And they're missing dawn
They're burning up the gates
But once afraid to lose more
Got the rain in the moment black
Come to life.

He came from the dark to realize
When it lasts
She runs from the deepest valley passed the sun
Opening up the wall
Witness to the changing times
It makes sense to all at last.

Shape the currents and it has been living in
All this time witness to the changing time.

I don't last a week
Moving out the tree
Molding once to be
Serene with the tile.