Epiphany [tribus] | √

Ghost

You were supposed to be forever
And now you're a memory
A ghost of olden times
Within my fantasies

I could've had a breakdown
But I have too much pride
Besides, I know I'll see you
In the afterlife

For now your soul roams free
At your desire and content
Just don't forget about our story
And what all those years meant

To me, they were fleeting
To you, a setting sun
But I'll tell your ghost to wait up for me
Where our new lives begun

For now, I'll wait with patience
For my life here to come to an end
But I'll dream about you tonight
And see you soon, my friend