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My ghost is everywhere here

It hangs on every tree

Lingering with every flower and leaf,

smell of scent and sight and sound

These are calling cards from another time

Familiar days and forgotten phases,

like water trickle down down down

Time is an ocean, and I'm set to swim

and I'm tumbled by her.

Circle around the sun, turn turn turn

Someday my turn will come

Stretched by time and torn by fate

I'm held together by the flesh of faith

Pushing up I hope for the sun,

but I'll take the rain with what all it comes

I walk and my feet roll, arms sway side to side, to and fro

Who am I to try to guide my life?

Like the tribes that came before us, and all the kings and queens

and our ancestors, through the centuries...

Through the birth of a child, I return the gift that was given me

The wind on the skin, and the pull of gravity.

Circle around the sun, turn turn turn

One day my turn will come

I'm living every minute and dying every day

I hope my heart is in the right place