how i died and never went to heaven

a ghost to myself

I died one day

I floated above my body

a ghost to myself

wondering

and a son i had left behind

 

can you become more than a ghost to yourself? ~ Click on this cover.

can you become more than a ghost to yourself? ~ Click on this cover.

who would watch over him?

who would guide his life?

who would stand by him?

Who?

 

So i stayed

i stayed above my body

and when my son came to cry

i stayed above him

and i watched

and i guided

and i helped him live his life

i was the angel

 

he grew old under my gaze

he had family

and he lived

and he grew old

and

one day

he died

i watched him go

 

a ghost

he went

he departed

for other lives

and i was left

a ghost to myself

 

a ghost to myself

no rudder

no one to watch over me

and now

no one to watch over

where will i go?

what will i do?

when there is no end to me

and no beginning

 

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