You follow me in my silent screams
around the corner in my silent tears
I sit down and watch you bow
horse drawn carriage with a bough
this many a morning mist will prevail ...

All the wonder of my pride
will follow me and abide
traveling through my rapid mind
I see you lagging way behind ...

Dear Darlin, I know your dead
but it doesn't matter but instead
I see your movements through pride
a ghostly feeling that makes me drive
while tears make me rush ahead ...

Your my Ghost, my traveling past
following me where I may last
watching over me this day
but I really don't know why....

Debbie Brooks 2014