My Father's Ghost

The ghost grew greater
It made a loud groan
It use to be such a beautiful creator
Because of this I moan

Now he lives in a black, black house
With others with him by his side
It’s as quiet as a mouse
I wish I had never lied

It will never see me
We use to build snowmen
But those memories have flown away like a birdie
I will never see it again

I had to kill
He was such a fighter
My name was on the will
Too bad he was my father