Ghost

Teardrops from my eyes, produced for the stars, it is the mid of the night - Into the universe i stare, beyond the reachof far, i search the heavens without an echo - The moon is at the turning point, the one which shines at full - What i need is your touch, the one i miss too much, inside what is known to me, your love - Emptiness which burns as hate, i have nowhere to turn, without you i am lost, i feel shadowed by the cross - I want you back, in my arms, where you fit so easily to belong - Senseless iam, confused even to the more, what happened, you were taken far too quickly - What is worse to feel the worst, when i stand by your grave, why then is my nameto the tomb engraved - Can the riddle be that i have passed so stoned i was never saved - Am i the ghost from your past