Let Us Rest

The complaint of Ghost's

Seeing something move about
Curious to take a look
Careful not to spook
Moving the eyes instead of your head
Looking for shadowy figures of the dead
Timid they have become
Trying to rest in their eternal slumber
The machines that try to find them make them just a number
Wanting to rest, desiring to relax
Someday you'll get all of the facts
No more need for machines or fear
You'll finally get to see what you held so dear
You now become the one who cannot rest
Wanting to nestle in your eternal nest
Tables have turned
For what you so yearned
The days you were able to sleep