Phantoms

Fighting off the phantoms with a sword of glass
Am I strong enough to make them fall
As many times as I’ve banished these broken bads
You are still haunted by their call
It’s so hard to see any kind of future clearly
With dreams so haunted by the past
Are we laying foundation of life to come or merely
Replaying scenes of long-lost dads
Be my friend
Trading chemicals as one
Trust my hand
And soften that sharpened tongue