haunted
Standing at these haunted housewhere the past meets the present
and the present meets the past
where shadows move in darken corners
is that a soldier crossing the field
is that a widow crying in the night
is that a child laughing at me
What secrets will this haunted house share with me
I look into it's foggy glass out into the field
I swear i hear a scream
Here in this house
Where the past meets the present
and the present meets the past
I will learn your secrets
I will conquer my fears
that lonely soldier can rest
that widow can find her lost love
that child can not laugh at me
for I fear no more
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