Even Ghosts Have A Home

Even Ghost Have A Home This is how people die This is how they fade away I need a home I need a bed Tired of couches Tired of baby steps When I wake I fear death When I breathe there's nothing left Not holding on to what was Not much of anything Just lost Just gone My daughter keeps telling me "daddy I don't want you to die" My daughter, my light What do you see? What do you believe? Daddy is hurting Daddy is tired No more fight No more cry Better find a home soon Better find something Tired of searching for that place Tired of the constant roam Even ghost Even they..... Have a home