Monkey Trap

Ghost Inside 

If we could only see 
Past our bodies 
Look through the blood and bone 
Down through the skin 
Is there a place called home 
What would we find beyond the face 
Is there something there 
Or just an empty space 

The ghost inside 
Sitting like a passenger 
Along for the ride 
God's little spy 
In there with the shadows 
Looking out through our eyes 

If we could only know 
What lies below 
Like the surface of a summer lake 
When the sky's reflected 
Do a double-take 
That's how easily we're fooled 
Our own jester
Keeps us from the jewel 

The ghost inside 
Sitting like a passenger 
Along for the ride 
God's little spy 
In there with the shadows 
Looking out through our eyes 

The ghost inside 
Waiting like a messenger 
Awaits a reply 
God's little spy 
In there with the shadows 
Looking out through our eyes 

© Mimi Cross