I got caught in a trap that I tried to evade,
But they kept pulling me in with the laws that they made,
Now I’ve left this life, was their wish to slay me?
Or keep me under their thumb in which they cold play me.
In their minds they are safe from the threat they thought of me,
They believe it’s over my death was the end you see,
But when in their bed, dreams come to their head,
“ It can’t be him,” they say, “ for I know he is dead!”
I am of spirit, as I always have been,
My path follows God, and my souls safe with him,
So he lets me come down to wander the ground,
And do what spirits do without sight or sound,
When I stop in to see them, they know I am there,
From the fright in their eyes as I look into the pair,
The same with my life they did with my death,
They run from no evil that they’ve built in their heads,
With no reason to fear me, for I’m not here to scare,
I’m only a dream that you see as a nightmare,
Now they try to evade me but I’m locked in their minds,
Like they locked me in cells when they gave me this time,
I’ll do nothing against them their hands lead their plow,
As it furrows a path for their way into hell!

Written 1993
By Rocky Theberge