I could be a ghost,
but then they'd never see
I could be so much greater
than a ghost could ever be

Sometimes I wish
you'd hold my hand
but I'd never let it go
So please just stand by me,
until it starts to snow

Then I can be the one
walking strongly on my own
who takes upon myself the world
and makes my presence known

But for now I'll be a ghost,
perhaps it's meant to be,
until we stand upon the hill
and set our ambitions free