Ghosts of old Town Boys

Watch how the shadows creep,

In the night where the silence weeps.

Oh, the echoes of laughter turned to pain,

In this town where the heartbeats wane.

We were young, wild, running free,

Dancing past the river, laughing by the trees.

The dreams were alive, till they faltered and fell,

Now the stories we tell, hold a different spell.

Once we stood together, through thick and through thin,

Now I fight the memories, that the darkness brings in.

In the whispers of twilight, I hear their lost voice,

Fading like the echoes of a silenced choice.

Watch how the fentanyl killed my old Town Boys,

Sinking under the weight of forgotten joys.

Chasing the light but trapped in the gloom,

In a town where the shadows create a tomb.

Oh, the nights feel heavy with the weight of regret,

Empty bottles, hollow hearts, and shards of regret.

I search for a way to rewind the time lost,

But the memories haunt me, at what cost?

We were brothers and dreamers, with fire in our veins,

Together we conquered the laughter, the pains.

Now I wander this alley, amongst the discarded dreams,

Finding only echoes, where nothing redeems.

Every corner I turn, feels like a goodbye,

To my boys that I loved, now just a sigh.

In the stillness of night, I hear their last plea,

In this town where the shadows swallow me.

Watch how the fentanyl killed my old Town Boys,

Sinking under the weight of forgotten joys.

Chasing the light but trapped in the gloom,

In a town where the shadows create a tomb.

So I stand by the river, in the ache of the night,

Holding their memories, casting them in light.

In the heart of this town, I’ll carry their song,

For My boys who were lost, where the shadows belong.