Wandering Phantoms

Everyone that we know, that we talked to, that we had shared times together with,

They disappear with the time of life in the world.

Disregarding the changes of attitude, the adaptations to the world,

The people we knew are simply phantoms of the past.

They haunt our memories, the days of old, but are real as real can be,

But that is life as we now live it,

As we walk in the ways of the world,

We will always see everyone as

Wandering Phantoms.