The Ghost

THIS GHOST OF MINE, IT HAUNTS YOU ALL,
SOMETIMES I WRITE, SOMETIMES I CALL,
REMINDING YOU ALL, OF THE THINGS THAT YOU SAID,
THE PROMISES MADE, BEFORE I WAS DEAD!
I ASK YOU, MY FRIENDS, MY MEMORY TO SAVE,
I ASK THIS ALL, FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.
I LAY HERE ALL DAY, THE SAME THROUGH THE NIGHT,
WHILE OF FRIENDS WHO MIGHT VISIT, NONE ARE IN SIGHT.
SURROUNDED BY CONCRETE, NOT BURIED IT'S SAID,
FORGOTTEN BY ALL, AND FEELING QUITE DEAD.
OUR FRIENDSHIPS WERE SPECIAL, OF THAT I WAS SURE,
YET WHEN THERE WERE PROBLEMS, YOU COULDN'T ENDURE.

THIS GHOST OF MINE, IT HAUNTS YOU ALL,
MY HEART IS CRUSHED, THOUGH I STOOD TALL.
I QUESTION WORDS, THEY WEREN'T REAL,
THIS IS A TEST OF HOW YOU FEEL.
I THOUGHT YOU'D BE THERE, IF I HAD THE NEED,
NOW IN YOUR GARDEN OF MEMORIES, I'M BUT A WEED.
A PROBLEM TO CUT, TO POISON, OR PULL...
YOUR HEART BEING EMPTY, I THOUGHT IT WAS FULL.

THIS GHOST OF MINE, IT HAUNTS YOU ALL,
MY SPIRIT'S DEAD, OH WHAT A FALL!
IN A PRISON GRAVE, MY CELL A PLOT,
I LAY HERE THINKING: MY AWFUL LOT.
THINKING OF PEOPLE AND FRIENDS I KNEW,
PONDERING FRIENDSHIPS, I THOUGHT WERE SO TRUE!
I FEEL EMPTY, WORTHLESS AND BLUE...
I'M INNOCENT, INNOCENT, IT'S TRUE!
I NEED YOU AND MISS YOU, YET I SEEM SO SMALL,
THIS GHOST OF MINE, IT HAUNTS YOU ALL...

Created: October 29, 1999r.
Last Updated: November 7, 1999r.