Another day has gone again
and the golden sun peeks at me from the edge of sky.
I see him there and wave goodbye
for probably the 1 billionth time,
I close my eyes and I see a mime,
he's saying hello
or is it goodbye?
I look around and he catches my eye.
There he his, the man in white,
he has no face.
To his delight
My face is pale,
My skin is white,
The ghost I see
He gives me fright.
It's dark in
here I'm outside
It's been a year
Since I died...
