There’s a ghost that haunts me both day and night
It’s the ghost of my child’s phantom cries.
As I wake to an infant that is only a dream
Then I cry as I wonder does she remember me?
I want to know her to hold her to love her
I want to tell her that she’ll be all right
I want to be the one to kiss her good night.
I gave her birth I gave her life
Why, Lord, Why can’t she be mine.
Tell me why this ghost haunts me
Though my daughter is alive.
The years rush by but the ghost remains
There’s not a closet so big to hide my pain.
My child is older yet it’s the infant I need
The cries that I hear, are they her cries for me?
She’s the longing of my heart, the ache in my soul
My child, my ghost I’ll never let go.
My baby, my ghost I’ll never let go.
Copyright © 2003 Dawn P.
