The Spirits Speak
She runs away
away in fear
until the day
theres no more teas
not one tear
The voices wont keep her here
they send her far away
everyone wants to know and care
we'll have to wait for another day
wait for another day
"Taylor" they whispered to her
"What, answer me" she screamed back
no one wanted to answer her
all she could do was run back
just run back
She runs toward us screaming
no one knew why
all we can hear is the screaming
and everyone watches her pass on by
pass on by
She walks back up there
and brings me with her
she want to see what i can hear
i hear nothing but a purr
nothing but a purr
She yells "I'm not crazy.
I heard you. I did"
she was a little bit hazy
but i don't think she would kid
no wouldn't kid
He cousin said "It might be Grandma."
we all had to think about that
he said it again "It might be Grandma."
we all scratched our hat
scratched our hat
"She reached me yesterday"
the cousin tried to help
"She might be trying you today"
we all tried to help
all tried to help
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