She fallsThe look of disillusion fresh upon her quickly fading eyesAcross the room the guilty party turns and leavesTheir story woven on the coattails of a ghostWe wonderWe questionWhy are you gone?The stains are steamedThe walls receive a perfect coat of whiteTo cover up the homicideThe family grievesThe memories remainThe years washing awayWe question the outcome, the fairnessWe wonder what will happen to usWe struggle to let go in angerWe ask aloudWhy are youWoven on the coattails of a ghostWoven on the coattails of a ghostWoven on the coattails of a ghostWoven on the coattails of a ghostWoven on the coattails
