I didn’t want to be a ghost.
I just wanted to pass on,
And see the ones that I missed most.
‘But, no,’ I cry,
‘I ne’er had my wish,
To die and fly,
And become missed.’
I’ll never have the chance
To pass among the clouds,
And sing to all the passers by,
And peek beyond my shroud.
Fore’er condemned to walk the earth.
Fore’er condemned to sigh.
Fore’er condemned to wallow
In my ghostly misery,
And cry a gallon of silver tears
That drip down off my face.
Ne’er allowed to leave my home,
And wander ‘round the place.
So here I sit, a lonesome ghost,
Dreaming of ones I miss the most.
Fore’er I’ll be quiet, fore’er I sigh,
And wallow, crying silver tears in ghostly misery.
There you go. I actually like this one better than Nick’s, don’t ask why. I just do. But yeah…please review!