The Toymaker’s Ghost

Verse 1 In the dust of the workshop floor, Shadows stretch beneath the door. Tiny hearts made of gears and thread Wake each night when the clocks are dead. Toy piano hums a lullaby, Music box turns but it starts to cry. Every doll with a hollow chest Knows the name he never confessed. Pre‑Chorus Wind the key and hear him breathe, Ghostly hands in the air we weave. Silhouettes in the lantern glow, He’s here again — but he never shows. Chorus The toymaker’s ghost still walks these halls, Whispers through the cracks in the walls. Every toy remembers his voice, But none of them ever had a choice. He lingers in the bells that ring, In every string, in everything. The toymaker’s ghost won’t fade away, He lives in the toys he used to play. Verse 2 Fuzz guitar shakes the wooden frame, Floor toms echo his hidden shame. Koto plucks like a memory torn, From a night when a dream was born. Harmonica sighs in the midnight air, Bugle cries like a final prayer. Bell synth glows with a silver tone, Calling out from a world unknown. Pre‑Chorus Wind the key and hear him breathe, Ghostly hands in the air we weave. Silhouettes in the lantern glow, He’s here again — but he never shows. Chorus The toymaker’s ghost still walks these halls, Whispers through the cracks in the walls. Every toy remembers his voice, But none of them ever had a choice. He lingers in the bells that ring, In every string, in everything. The toymaker’s ghost won’t fade away, He lives in the toys he used to play. Bridge If you listen close, you’ll hear him call, From the wooden horse to the painted doll. He stitched his soul in every seam, Now the workshop hums with his dream. Final Chorus The toymaker’s ghost still walks these halls, Whispers through the cracks in the walls. Every toy remembers his voice, But none of them ever had a choice. He lingers in the bells that ring, In every string, in everything. The toymaker’s ghost won’t fade away, He lives in the toys he used to play.