The darkness of the night
and the chill of the lake
make me feel nostalgic
of a time when you
were here.
The crashing of the waves
and the scream of the wind
are suddenly all I hear
until you stand before me.
This must be a dream,
it can't be for real.
Because this isn't really you,
this is just your ghost.
And all I know is that
you'd be proud, joyful
if only you were truly here.
I'd show you all you've missed,
the years of my life that have passed.
The waves start to slow,
and sooner than later you'll have to go.