As I travel <br />back in time <br />to where <br />it all began <br /> <br />I hear <br />People talking <br />of a ghostly figure <br />right near <br />where I am <br /> <br />I turn around <br />to see <br />but all there is, is me <br /> <br />Then someone <br />walks straight <br />Through me <br />and says <br />Someones <br />watching over me<br /><br />Dave Alan Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/back-in-time-11/
