3-Ghostwire Blues

There’s a wire runnin’ through my chest, Tied to the pain I can’t put to rest. Every note it hums, every chord it cries, A ghostwire singin’ where the silence lies.

Ghostwire blues, tangled deep, Singin’ secrets the dead still keep. No preacher’s hand, no heaven’s news, Just my soul strung in ghostwire blues.

The night pulls tight, the wind won’t sleep, The wire hums low, the cuts run deep. I play my grief till the silence breaks, But the ghostwire only gives what it takes.

Ghostwire blues, tangled deep, Singin’ secrets the dead still keep. No preacher’s hand, no heaven’s news, Just my soul strung in ghostwire blues.

Ghostwire blues, tangled deep, Singin’ secrets the dead still keep. No preacher’s hand, no heaven’s news, Just my soul strung in ghostwire blues.

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