Anthology

I am the ghost
I am what used to be
I am drifting endlessly I am the ghost

I am the shadow
Ever watching over you
Protecting you, through and through I am the shadow

I am the echo
Echo of words spoken to lost lovers
The silent scream of the bride turned widow The last goodbye before the sun dips low
I am the echo

I am the memory Always in your thoughts When you are dreaming You will think of me
I am the ghost