They tell me it was my imagination,
That ghosts don't really exist,
If only they could see you now,
Standing right in front of me.
I wish that you weren't dead right now,
I'd like to hold you tight,
But the fact that you are friend, not foe,
Makes me happy all the same.
I sit by your grave, crying,
With flowers in my hand,
Your ghost is standing by my side,
Wishing you could stop the tears.
Now it's time for you to leave,
I won't see you but in my dreams,
I trust your judgment,
And your faith in me.
I'll make you proud,
I know who you are now,
You... You are me.