Forgiveness and love were written on the wall,
in pictures, poetry and letters from them all.
It was a bright, shimmering light drifting around the room,
illuminating the ghosts that came back in tune.
But darkness drifted on the floor, swallowing the dream whole –
The rude awakening of it not being true at all.
The fact still remains is that there are amends to be made,
for grace isn’t free and it’s time the ghosts were paid.