Ghost Of You I'm merely a child, It's what they all say. But you had faith, Even on your dying day. So now that you've escaped This hellhole we call earth. We celebrate your death With yet another birth. So tell me, mother What would you say? If your grandchild figured out What went on on your death day? They all accuse me, Everyone at home. They think it's my fault So I'm all alone. The birth of a child Shouldn't be bittersweet. But I look at her face And it's your eyes I greet. So when you died And she was born, They said she was nothing And continued to mourn. Her days were laid out With looks of distaste. You wouldn't go away, So they never saw her face. She grew up In memory of you. And my little girl Was always blue. So now that she Has better things. She tells her feelings As she sings.