The first one was a young girl

Standing near the house.

Gazing at the ashes,

All went up in smoke.

There was something about her

But no-one seemed to see.

Her pale and fearful eyes,

The way they stared at me.

This gift, tis strange gift

It made me see.

This gift, this strange gift

It made me see.

The dead line up in front of me.

The second was an old man

Lying stiff on his bed.

He looked so peaceful

But the doctor shook his head.

As he blew out the candles

There was silence all around.

While I saw the old man rising

From his bed without a sound.

Last night I awoke,

You were standing by my side.

Motionless and frozen,

With eyes open wide.

Your lips were slowly moving

But they didn´t make a sound.

Like mine three days ago

When they put you in the ground.

I can see the dead.

By marcos antonio nightescence <markim_dbest@hotmail.com>