Thoughts of a lonely ghost

It's cold here in the crematorium, the only heat the flame

i hear the sorrows carrying - prayers, and tears upon my name

I cannot touch or wipe them away, I watch as they dwell and fall

I'd scream within this silence, if you could hear me call

I wait for the light to find me, surrounded by this darkened room

I watch the flowers as they open, the roses as they bloom

If only such beauty was to never die' and love outlive the rest

My heart it would continue beating, here inside my chest

I'll come with you as you bid farewell, and place my ashes into the earth

I'll surrender to the heavens above, as god Calculates my worth

A lonely ghost who's spirit dwells , takes shelter in the light

There truly is no sader hour for which we come to fight

But love is stronger than our pain, and warmest
To touch in life, not death

This crematorium much colder now
If only the spirit had breath