when the days are cold
and your scars all show
you take a deep breath
and let it go
look your ghosts in the eye
let them in; don’t let them win
you’re older now, stronger
happier within
be where the halls are old
and the rooms are dark
good days you’ve spent here
yet the bad ones left their mark
isn’t it weird now, seeing
the wisps of anger, the memory of pain
isn’t it weird how
they’ve made the happiness turn faint
so when the days are cold
and your scars all show
hug your ghosts
and let it go