Ghosts

Ghosts will fly around this world, around our plane
And I think they may have fun and sorrow of our sadness for them
And I cannot explain Why I am smiling
For a friend of mine is gone.
A friend of mine several lifes older than me
Like my father
Like another friend of mine.
god knows why
And I, I am sure it can be understood with time.

And now I actually have a ghost
Now I do have a ghost
And those gone are not gone
Not till I am gone
And the world is in another hands...

One day I'll be gone with them
Then I'll say some things i forgot to say

For now I do believe in ghost
And I smile within a ghost field
Living alive
Living out of my head

Living in their memory and honor
And living for me

Living alive.
Till I am dying dead