Wildwood Cemetery in moonlight, after visiting hoursLook to see a mystery, mourners with unique powers.They come to pay heartfelt respects, a daughter to violence lostTheir pain still keen, scars unseen, a bombing’s endless cost.Since the day she was taken away they’ve avoided human beingsDeep heartache knows no relief, nor respite from severe scenes.Her mother first felt it in her blood, slight suspicion without nameDim glow where once was darkness, disturbance she could not tame.She felt her daughter’s presence, yet that could not be soThe sensation was persistent and daily it did grow.The Governor he felt it too, initially in denialTelepathy would not let it be, his heart and mind on trial. A family excursion soon was planned, down to WildwoodAt her grave in moonlight bathed they bowed their heads and stood.Perplexed that intuition said Mysta was not now deadA perception profound, a song without sound, thoughts that could not be said.
Wildwood Cemetery in moonlight, after visiting hoursLook to see a mystery, mourners with unique powers.They come to pay heartfelt respects, a daughter to violence lostTheir pain still keen, scars unseen, a bombing’s endless cost.Since the day she was taken away they’ve avoided human beingsDeep heartache knows no relief, nor respite from severe scenes.Her mother first felt it in her blood, slight suspicion without nameDim glow where once was darkness, disturbance she could not tame.She felt her daughter’s presence, yet that could not be soThe sensation was persistent and daily it did grow.The Governor he felt it too, initially in denialTelepathy would not let it be, his heart and mind on trial. A family excursion soon was planned, down to WildwoodAt her grave in moonlight bathed they bowed their heads and stood.Perplexed that intuition said Mysta was not now deadA perception profound, a song without sound, thoughts that could not be said.