The ghosts of past decisions whisper in my ear, 
But they’re just hollow spectres trying to make their voices heard,
I’ve learned to deal with their fretful chatter without fear,
To disregard their wailing for the value in their words,
What had once the pain of being dragged across the open coals,
Now just offers reason, that and nothing more,
And once you realise every bridge you cross must carry it’s own toll,
Then reaching in your pocket doesn’t hurt quite like before, 
Once upon a time, I let those spectres haunt me,
Let their feeble mutterings fill my heart with doubt,
The whisper of their questioning would petrify and daunt me,
But now they hold no fear for me, even when they shout,
I know the past is past and never shall return, 
But lessons can be learned from it in this still of night,
And in their painful voices lie the lessons to be learned, 
So listen in the darkness so that you may find the light,
And face your demons readily because they’re yours to face,
The ghosts that haunt your house, your dragons to be slain, 
And take the trolls beneath the bridge and put them in their place,
Until blind fear is vanquished and reason’s all remains.