Every time you think about it
It tears you up inside
You curse the day your mother
told you, your father died
Now you`re always searching
Searching for the reason why I`ve gone
But I will always be here
By your side, through the darkest night
Here I`ll stand on the firing line
Here I`ll walk through the field where I died
I will fight and let the voice ring true
I am the ghost
Standing next to you
Every night you go to sleep
You pray the Lord my soul to keep
You don`t know I`ve not gone away
You see I watch over fighting men
So they can have peace again
And maybe someday you will all be free
Here I`ll stand on the firing line
Here I`ll walk through the field where I died
I will fight and let the voice ring true
I am the ghost
Standing next to you
You speak to me
And I feel your pride
Assuring me I`ll never die
I write Mother...
"He`s here with me..."
He`s in our minds
He`s in our souls
Of sacrifice his story`s told
He holds the flame of freedom for all to see
Here we stand on the firing line
Here I`ll walk in the field where I fight
I will fight of die for liberty
With the ghost standing next to me
Don`t tread on me...live free or die!!!
To our fallen brothers
You died to keep us free
To our fallen brothers
Who gave us liberty!!!