The ghost of a girl

Dances at midnight

Cries silently

Lonesome lullabies

Her dance wakes the night

And the moon shines bright

It's a scene to behold

A story itching to be told

But a story no one knows

It's the girl's alone

She hides it so well

In darkness she dwells

If only they knew

What she went through

She might have never turned

Into a ghost of a girl