Just like you used to when you were here with me
It has been a few years since your spirit was set free
When you would sit a read to me from your armchair
I remember those mystic and magical fairy tales
With princesses and white witches with potions
Those pirate ships sailing on deep blue oceans
Through choppy waters and hazardous gales
Are there children to read to where you are now
Do they like your fun stories full of adventure
Do they look for you to protect and nurture
I know they can feel your kindness somehow
I knew I could see your spirit shinning through
From the window into the corner of the room
I hope that I may be you one day soon
I cried the night I could feel the ghost of you.
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