Ghost
I think about you almost every day
Remembering your birth as the memories fade
So grown up in pictures taken
I hope you know she's been mistaken
Empty feelings
I loved your more than most
See you fading
Like a ghost
Bitter hearts
I was you father, almost
Pride got in the way
You only know me
Like a ghost
You will never know the real me
Only what you've heard
You might have been proud
If you would hear my word
You grew up well
So it's not all bad
wish I would have had the chance
For you to call me dad
Whispers all around
Like a whipping post
Your silhouette is fading
Like a ghost
At least I will have the memories
To that I'll raise a toast
Haunting my dreams
Just like a ghost
Copyright © Justin Hanson | Year Posted 2015
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